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So we decide to leave the Panama Canal and head back to the hostel, in 2 cabs this time, as a second run in with the police was not really on our agenda. So it was me, Sean and Layla in one cab, and Jess, Suraj and Nomes in the other. All the taxis here are rackety old things, and so it does take a while to start them up. Nonetheless we were off, competing to see which taxi would reach the hostel first. Our cab driver decided to take us down the 'scenic route', through the shanti towns...it's crazy how big the divide is here, on one side there are the rich living in their high-rise buildings and swimming pools, and just down the road people have towels for doors. And to make the situation worse, we were hitting rush hour, and with every stop, the engine would turn off. The third time it happened we were right in the middle of the shanty town and the ignition stopped working. I suddenly found Laylas bag edging closer and closer to me, and then Layla edging closer to me, and then I started edging away from the window too..until we ended up co-occupying the middle seat, with the bag practically wedged up our arse. The sight must have been ridiculous, but thanfully, with the engine back up and running we were off once again! Finally, make it back safe and sound, it was time to pick up our stuff and head for the night bus to Bocas Del Toro! Apparently the roads are winding and dark, there's no road lights and were in Panama. Let's see what happens!
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