Global Delinquents #4: Panama City

Judging by the scars on this man's stomach, I think he must have been a very naughty boy. Or perhaps he really, really miffed somebody.

Either way, he is a walking miracle.

[Below] "They tried to kill me but I'm still alive! Hahaha"

Global Delinquents #3: Carti Mulaturpo, Panama

The commute between Colombia and Panama was one of the most challenging of my entire journey: 11 hours on uncomfortable, turbulent speed-boats; 2 hours by motorized canoe; 3 hours by jeep on horrible, unmade roads; and very little food along the way - I think I ate 2 meals and 3 or 4 pieces of bread in 2 days.

The saving grace of the entire journey was spending a night with Kuna Indians off the coast of Panama on one of the San Blas islands. We stayed there unexpectedly as it was too dangerous to continue by boat in the approaching darkness.

Most of the Indians were lovely and amazing but the two chaps above asked to see our ID before they let us in.

Global Delinquents #2: San Jose, Costa Rica

Make no mistake... this is a carefully manicured appearance. The struggle of power between the short hair on top and the long hair around the sides; the thicket of black hair exploding out of his face; the curvilinear teeth. I didn't catch his name but he was a very friendly and hospitable local who was only too happy to have his picture taken.

I saw him out the front of the city's Court House where, nearby, the was a graduation ceremony for San Jose's newest police officers. His business there was undisclosed.

He yelled out a jolly, welcoming remark but unfortunately it was muffled by the fumes of alcohol which were surrounding him.

Global Delinquents #1: Panama City

I was walking along some back-streets of Panama City, feigning clandestine use of my camera in a lackluster attempt to heed caution that Panama City is a rather dangerous place. Well, if you listen to what people say, everywhere is dangerous and one would never go anywhere.

After 10 minutes I was completely bored of the whole "must be careful" charade and ran across the street to the first man I saw with a gun, asking if he would mind if I took his picture. Never mind the crime-scene tape and the fact that he constantly stood with his finger readily on the trigger, he was actually a lovely chap.

And he took pride in guarding that brothel.

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