Welcome to the hilariously unpredictable roads of Panama, where driving is less about rules and more about embracing the unexpected with a sense of humor!
Picture this: Everything in Panama moves at a leisurely pace, which is great unless you’re in a car. Here, ‘slow’ takes on a whole new meaning. It’s like the country collectively decided that ‘hurry’ is a word better left to the rest of the world.
Now, let’s talk about my thrilling 65-mile commute from San Carlos to Panama City, where road lines and maintenance are more suggestions than actual practices. It’s a wild ride every time, and not just because of the road conditions.
First up, forget about turn signals. In Panama, they’re as useful as an ejector seat in a helicopter. Blinkers seem to baffle local drivers. Instead, Panamanians prefer a more freestyle approach – just merge or turn whenever you feel like it. It’s like a dance, but with cars, and everyone’s improvising.
Speaking of speed limits, they’re adorable. The signs say 60kph, but it feels like you’re speeding in a go-kart. After living in Panama, even a snail could pass me, and I’d still feel like I’m in a Formula 1 race.
Keep your eyes peeled on the road, though. It’s like an obstacle course out here. You’ve got dogs roaming free, looking happier than tourists at the beach. They’re part of the local traffic charm. Plus, Panamanian drivers have this fascinating habit of pulling out into traffic as if they’re unveiling a surprise party. No looking, just surprise merging!
And then, there’s the art of navigating potholes. It’s like playing a real-life game of Whack-a-Mole, except you’re trying to avoid the moles, and they’re the size of small craters. Memorizing their locations is key – it’s a bit like preparing for an exam, but the consequences of forgetting are way more immediate.
As for following the car in front of you, don’t. It’s like tailgating a magician – you never know when they’ll pull a rabbit (or a pothole) out of a hat.
In the midst of all this, I’ve found a strange peace. Panama’s taught me to slow down and enjoy the ride, both literally and metaphorically. It’s a beautiful chaos that reminds me every day: life’s an adventure, especially on the roads of Panama.
So, if you’re thinking of joining me in this delightful pandemonium, hit me up. I’m here to guide, laugh, and maybe dodge a few potholes with you along the way. Welcome to the adventure that is driving in Panama!
Kimberly Kelley 