Short Airport Post
They called yesterday to tell me the car was finished. Except for the damned steering box. Professional help indeed. I'm out of here for a few days so it would probably be best to take it back to the other mechanic to see if he can have it ready for when I get back, it just irks.
That worked even less than I thought. It's about four hours later and I'm at the airport waiting for my flight to Panama. The gf forgot her house keys when she went to the gym and I had to go home and let her in. I wasn't able to bring the car to the other mechanic. I'll have to wait until next week. Irk more.
There's a special five-dollar tax for gringos to get into Panama. My Brazilian didn't have to pay. There's also a form I have to fill out that's stuffed in my bag somewhere. I wonder if it's getback for kidnapping Noriega. I kinda sympathize, as I thought it was a bit extracurricular. But we did give back the canal, which I also didn't agree with. Makes us even.
I'll cut this one short until I get in country because the airport connection was balking a bit and it's coming up on boarding time.
