Right now as I type these words onto a burn eye screen (that I will only allow myself to spend 5 minutes in front of), men with almond eyes scoop concrete, a stray female dog - sucked and screwed to exhaustion - barks, a shirtless man whistles, a dusty fan hums, a wee bird native to Ohio chirps, Afro-Caribbean kids scream victory, a hammer pounds, open toed shoes scuff, seashell wind-chimes chime, banana leaves flutter, sea waves bounce over docks, black lizards crawl, long eyelashes bat and pinkish lungs heave giant breaths. Day number 2, Bocas Del Toro, Panama.
