Panama City is nothing to write home about unfortunately. It really was only ever intended as a halfway stop-off en route to Orlando though so it didn't matter. We at least got to drive along the coastal scenic 30-A highway, which improved the long drive somewhat, and stopped off in the picturesque town of Watercolor, which was very lovely.
The long:
Friday:
Regrettably, the time to leave New Orleans had come. Before leaving the hostel I went to perform my usual routine of googling the name of the hotel that we were due to stay in so as to acquire the address to enter into the sat nav. But today I had a hard time doing that; I could not find any matches for the name of our hostel in Panama City. The address I had managed to find had no zip code, so it didn't sit right with me. I decided to ask Sarah, the woman working on the front desk, whether the address I had found was, in fact, in America, to which she told me "no. no that's in Panama". Wonderful. So Thomas and I actually had 2 beds reserved for us in a hostel in Spain. How bloody hilarious. Thankfully we had only paid a deposit of £2 with the remaining balance due on arrival, so at least there was no love lost there.
I want to say that it was an easy mistake to make in light of how many hotel bookings I have made over the last few months, and this being my first cock-up, but I don't really think I should get off that lightly since, having checked the hostelworld.com confirmation, it does state quite clearly the amount due in euros, and has the word "Marbella" in the address...
Whoops? Oh well, we had a good laugh at my expense and proceeded to make a snappy booking at a hotel actually in Panama City, and hit the road for a fun 5-hour drive.
We decided to make the drive a bit more bearable by stopping off in a lovely little seaside town called Watercolor for a wander. It was early evening when we rocked up so the light was doing it's thang and putting me in a very good mood. It was a very sweet area with boutique shops, seaside bars, food trucks and small bustling restaurants.
There was a small park where lots of kids of all ages and both sexes were playing American football together, which I found incredibly cute to watch; I remember meeting other kids on family holidays when I was younger and how quickly you all just start playing with one another like you've known each other forever.
Thomas picked his food truck for dinner service. There had been a clear winner; the south-east Asian street food truck where "curry in a hurry" was ordered.
I have to say that it smelt utterly delicious and clearly it tasted just as good as Thomas got another to go. To be fair, it was a pretty measly portion!
With the sun fast disappearing we thought it best to get back on the road and finish the last hour of our journey to Panama City. We stopped off at a Winn Dixie supermarket so that I could make myself one of my little salad numbers; unfortunately it was no Whole Foods by any stretch of the imagination, but it was cheap and just about adequate for my needs! Once we'd checked in we put our PJ's on and settled into bed with our respective meals to watch the comedy film "Lets be Cops"; the perfect relaxing evening after the hectic few nights that we had had in New Orleans.
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