A National Policeman, in full uniform, walked out of the bar carrying a couple of beers for the road. Ha ha... That will never happen in the US, at least not now, although it could have happened a few decades ago before we lost our national sense of humor!
Then, thinking I had seen it all, another local cop walked out of the bar with his hooker, both drinking beer.
I must say there is a freedom here that is invigorating. You can park your car anywhere you want, even in the middle of the road and not much will happen. For that matter, you can drive any old fashion without much consequence.
Tolerance is the rule. You can pretty much do what you want.
There is a cost as you can imagine.
It is dangerous to drive. Only a continuos watchful eye, in every direction, will keep you from running over something or being run over.
Hell, it is dangerous to walk here. I injured my ankle getting up from a picnic table, for God's sake. The sidewalks are uneven and non-existant in some places, so "watch out" is the motto for the day.
I do have a deep affection for Boquete, even if it is a little dangerous.
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