We were pretty shattered from our partying the night before, and spent most of the next day and day after chilling at the hostel. We made friends with an OG, who ran one of the restaurants there. She had two sons, twins, had spent a year in prison in Panama and was on the exact same vibe as us. She introduced us to max on the island, and when we were chilling out at the hostel we spent most of our time with her. Her name was Samila, but we called her Aunty. We had a well earned rest, ate and slept well, swam in the sea, meditated and took some time to assimilate the previous days and weeks experiences.
On the third day, we had organised a boat trip out to see dolphins and a desert island. We got on it early, delaying the boat setting off to buy rum and mixer. The sea was beautiful, crystal clear and warm. We didn’t see any dolphins, but we did spend a few hours chilling on a desert San Blas island, a pre cursor of what was to come on the rest of our trip. It was a fun day, and we were pretty tired, so when Henry suggested going out, David and I balked at him. We gave the deciding vote to a couple we were chilling with, so out we went.
And it’s a good thing we did, because this was a night for the ages! We arrived at the same club we had gone to earlier in the week but tonight was karaoke night. “What song should we do” we pondered, “welcome to jamrock” Damian Marley. We queued up the song with the dj. Buying a beer later on and suddenly henry grabbed me. It’s happening. We ran back towards the stage. David had started alone like a soldier, and seeing us running towards him, he told the dj to wheel up the tune. We proceeded to lock off the dance, everyone was going wild. Later we took on No woman no cry, and I ran through every lyric of juicy. We were buzzing, and our performance ingratiated us to the locals. They took us to a rooftop bar afterwards. As we had a couple drinks, a fight broke out between the locals. Still buzzed, David and I jumped in and broke up the fight, pushing people apart and calming the situation down. We felt like peacemakers at the time, but speaking to the bartender the next day he told me that they are always fights at that bar, because that’s where all the drug dealers and gangsters hang out! We had essentially jumped in with all the most dangerous people on the island and pushed them aside. I guess ignorance really is bliss, us included