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Written by Justin Gould
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Thursday, October 05 2006 |
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The first thing I wondered about this hostel was, where the hell did they get that name? Anyways, it's directly northeast of the bus terminal which makes it extrememly convinient. Plus it's fun telling cabbies, "shove it, I'm walking!" It's run by a mom and daughter. The Mother is between 70 and 80 years old and is unfriendly. The daughter speaks fluent english. After paying 15 bucks you sign your name in the travel log.
The rooms have a common living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and two bedrooms with really comfy beds. I shared a room with two interesting French Canadians who had just embarked on a six month journey across Latin America. The backyard has a hammock and bannana trees. But don't count on getting a room here because sometimes they aren't around to check you in. When I returned to David, I stopped by, called the number and was informed they had no rooms and was hung up on. Sometimes they just don't want to deal with people. Because of their unpredictablility, I'd say give another hotel a shot.
Panama Hotels
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