Arrived at the hotel after 21 hours

After a two-hour stopover in Madrid, it took ten hours over the Atlantic to Panama City. No sleep. Instead, blockbuster movies on the headrest of the passenger in front of me. Back pain and Paracetamol.

Getting off the bus like an icicle, quickly hailed a taxi and made the rest of the way through the sultry heat of the rainy city to the hotel. Relief! Are you Mad? asks the woman at the reception. No, we are not married, I reply. Fatigue takes its toll. Off to bed...