Panama

Once I made it to the Panamanian border, my plan was to find a customs agent who spoke English and learn the definitive implications of leaving Vandrew in Panama and flying home.  I've read many scenarios online, and I was losing sleep thinking that I may not be able to get out of the country.  I arrived early, there wasn't a big line at the border, everything was going well....

...except nobody at the border spoke English.  Nobody.  In fact, one woman was vis.ibly annoyed that I didn't speak Spanish very well at all.  I got my temporary import permit and left. We'll go with plan "B", ask forgiveness, not permission.

I stopped at a couple of nondescript places on my way down to Panama City, a resturant parking lot and somebody's back yard to be precise, but I was excited to get to the city.  I wanted to be done with finding places to park.  Done with not being able to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night if I needed to.  Done with being hot and needing to wait until midnight before Vandrew was cool enough to sleep in.

I was just done.

So I drove to the Panama Canal.

My Pilgrimage is over.