What if someone has to identify our bodies in Panama?
Allow me to sum up my twelve-day road trip in Panama using a sample of dialogue between my son and me. “Liam, where are we supposed to turn?” “Riiiiight… HERE! Turn now! Now now now!” I blink. “Too late, you missed it.” My twenty-year-old son and I clocked 1000 kilometres of sometimes lit and labeled and mostly smooth Panamanian roads. I know what you’re thinking. “You’re brave!” I know you’re thinking this because it was the reaction I got from most everyone I told that we were taking a road trip in Panama. They looked at me with puzzled admiration […]