The taxi situation was a bit hectic, but our self appointed guide from the airport was on a mission to get us a cab. He seemed to know where our hostel was, and explained something to the cab driver before we were wisked away into the night. I did feel a bit better when we stopped by a soldier and the cab driver told him "two people, American, Hostel Panama by Luis". Somehow knowing we were being jotted down on his clipboard made me feel safer. From there we drove down a dark highway, with other cabs and cars. We stopped once at another military checkpoint. More highway, and then through a tollbooth, across from which sat a fairly nonchalant gentleman with an M16 rifle. We later asked a cab driver why there were so many troops and police everywhere, and he told us that it was likely because of the upcoming holiday that the army was boosting its perceived presence (makes sense, since I'm guessing there's lots of tourists and for some reason we feel better when we see soldiers with machine guns). Anyways, we made it to our hostel without any problems, that was until we got to reception.
"Sorry, we gave away your room because you didn't confirm you were arriving." What?! "We sent you two emails to confirm you were coming, and because you didn't reply we gave away your room." What?! "You're welcome to sleep on the couches in the common room, and then tomorrow we can put you in your room." Their emails said something vague about them canceling your reservation if you don't arrive by the time you said. I have no idea what time I said I'd be arriving. So we'll split the blame 50/50. "So what do we do," I asked, "is here a hotel nearby?" "There's a Sheraton five minutes away." For those of you who've seen a very agitated Bev (VAB), I must add for color that there was in fact one behind me this whole time, alternating between "you didn't read their email??", "I'm not staying in their common room" and "you better figure something out!". I tried looking up a few hostels, but it was 9pm at this point, we were in a remote part of the city, and it was dark out. Neither of us really had the energy to look up other options, so we were off to the Sheraton. We walked down the sidewalk of a busy street, which seemed to be turning into a highway, and just as I was giving up hope, I saw the bright red lights of the Sheraton sign. Now we just had to figure out how to get there up a dimly lit hill, and through a shady parking lot. I wasn't mentally prepared for the dark night walking yet, and was more shaken up than Bev. I'll be honest, I was thinking about throwing in the towel. But we made it through the lobby, and after paying $$$, we dropped off our bags and crashed on the giant bed.
Here are some photos for those of you that have made it this far:
Last Sam Adams!
On the bright side, the $$$ room was actually only $$/square foot (because it was so big, get it?).
Cheese pizza and apple juice on a rolly cart
Gotta give it to the Sheraton - great view of the Pacific