Just Another Day in Paradise

Where to start...

 

We learned this morning that our Voip Internet phone will probably never work here.  All that research I did back in the US and all the research I did once I arrived in Panama did not lead me to a phone that works.  Very frustrating.

But, oh wait, our Internet provider, Barranco, has their own Voip phones that should work just fine.

OK.  We travel to the Internet gurus house, way out in the sticks.  This guy has been here for 30 years and is, how do you say it, quirky. 

He has a phone for us but, as of this time, we have no idea if it will work because they are setting it up in the David office.  I say 50/50 at best.

But we do know that this guy is a talker...for 2 and a half hours he talked.  I will admit that every 30 minutes or so he said something that was very informative but give me a break!

He talked so much and so long that I finally hit the wall and thought I would explode.  We had been standing through his entire diatribe.  I don't know how many times we shifted from leg to leg and foot to foot but it was a lot.  

So we wrenched ourselves away and got the hell out of there.  Unfortunately, I was whipped and felt like someone had beat me with a 2 by 4.  Extreme boredom does that to me.

Then we went to our house to see if our doors were installed.

Five weeks ago, I told our builder that our shipped goods from the US would arrive in a week.  Each week I told him the same thing.  He promised the doors each week and, of course, no doors.

Today, I was notified that our goods will actually arrive at 9 am tomorrow.

Uh oh!

We left a message for the builder and finally got a call through at 4:15 and ran over to his house.  

I must say that he was freaked out.  Good!  It's about time.

In the course of the conversation, we find out he will have to work all night to get the doors ready.  And, oops, where are the lock sets for the doors?

So we take off from his house a few minutes before 5 pm only to find all the stores closed.  So, we called him back and told him it's his problem and he will have to go into David tomorrow and buy them because we will be busy with the shippers receiving our goods.

This is how it goes here.

Tomorrow, the shippers will most likely not be able to get their truck up our road to deliver the goods; the builder will probably not get the doors installed; and honestly, I don't give a crap!

It's their problem.  They always get it worked out.  It could be fun watching them do it.