A Wild Ride - Taxis In Panama City, Panama

A Crazy Ride - Cabs In Panama City, Panama

Riding a cab in Panama
City can provoke simply as numerous emotions as a free fall roller
coaster ride, but at merely a dollar a pop. Like the roller coaster, you
are able to expect to jerk from left to right, feel your stomach fall,
tense your muscles and squeal with excitement or fear in a Panama City
cab. Like the majority of cabs, particularly in third world nations, the
ride can get you fear for your own life. But, there are many unique
features about a Panama City taxi ride. Cab Panama City beach

Exterior and Interior of Cab

rumor has it that all taxis will eventually be yellow (like nyc), it's
still possible to discover the vast array of styles, shapes and sizes
managing the streets of Panama City. Some are new and air conditioned,
while some look as if they may be have survived numerous robberies and a
serious fire and from 1970.

The exterior of cabs have a
significantly higher number of dents and dings than other cars in Panama
City. Cabs drivers have one aim when working, to get the passenger to
their destination so they can pick up another passenger, thus raising
their cash flow. So, taxi drivers don't seem to get the same
reservations about making moves that are very high-risk, and
consequently getting in more injuries. The speed in Panama City is never
so quick that there is any serious damage, but the remnants of these
failed attempts are blatantly obvious. And, once the initial damage has
been incurred, what is another dent?!

The interiors of taxis can
bring a grin to almost anyone's face. The interior decoration of Panama
City taxis almost always carries a flag or football (not the American
kind) dangling from your rear view mirror, or the space in which a rear
view mirror ought to be merely obstructing the line of vision enough to
make things fascinating. In America and other like states, our idea of
exactly what a car wants to work in order is relatively superfluous
compared to Panama. I mean, is an inside really necessary for driving?
Definitely not! Taxi Panama City beach

Array of Honks

lot of people complain about the noise population on the streets of
Panama City. However, if we listen carefully, it is more like an urban
symphony. Some honks are the typical "beep beep," while others are
analogous to the whoops and whistles of men trying desperately to get
the attention of a pretty girl, or the whistle you teach your Cockatiel
Pretty Bird. Either way, it's evident that taxi drivers proceed to a
great deal of trouble to personalize their horns and feel a particular
sense given they exercise the privilege to honk at every available

Dialogs with Motorists

Among my personal
favorite pastimes in virtually any foreign ecosystem, as well as in
Panama, is chatting with all the locals. It's irrefutable that among the
very best ways to become acquainted using a culture is by socializing
with the natives, in their own mother tongue. In Panama, taxi drivers
offer an intriguing and amusing interpretation of life in the town. My
dialogues with taxi normally start off, "Are you Swiss? You look just
like the girl in the hot chocolate!" Then, after clarifying that I am
not from 19th century Switzerland, we embark upon a definitely vibrant
conversion, sure to function as the subject of dinnertime conversion (
in case that it's appropriate).

A particularly exciting day was
when I took a taxi driver on a goose chase with me to fix my car
battery. As is a normal daily occurrence in Panama City, a passenger was
already in the cab once i was picked up. So, I hopped in the front seat
and we were on our way. This particular passenger, a woman about 60
years old, was undoubtedly a foreigner, most likely American, European
or Canadian. We arrived at her destination shortly after I got on board.
She handed the driver seventy five cents, and all fares in Panama City
are at least one dollar. The driver said in heavily accented English,
"One dolla'!" I turned around and translated, "One dollar." She spat
back, like him, in heavily accented English, "He took me around the
entire city!" Apparently, she felt as though the driver had taken her on
a while goose chase with the hopes of pulling a fast one. After
listening to her short, heated explanation, she leaped out of the taxi
and soon vanished from our sight. So, the driver gave up and we left for
my destination. On the way, he muttered to himself about the "whats and
whys" of the recent situation. After five minutes of being stuck in
traffic and the driver leaning over me to throw his eaten meal out the
window right into a garbage can, our connection had clearly gone through
the roofing, and he started to inquire about why my "paisana"
(countrywoman) did such an awful thing. "Does not she know I have to
eat?!" So, I explained to himself that, although she was not my
"paisana," foreigners usually implement the cab protocol tolerated from
the etiquette of their mother land. Another day, another dollar for him,
and also a miniature talking to about the ethnic differences between
one state and another.

It is not a dull day in a Panama City taxi.

Sutherland graduated summa cum laude from UCLA in 2004 using a Bachelor
of Arts. Now, Mona is the Search Marketing Specialist. Initially from
the San Francisco Bay Area, Mona moved to the Republic of Panama to
pursue certain entrepreneurial efforts and is currently finishing an MBA
at the University of Lousiville.