Said another way

Travel exposes one to different ways of doing things. For instance, the airport at Bocas is different in a couple of ways. I hadn't noticed when I arrived, but they have made good use of the end of the runway once the asphalt ends-it is a baseball diamond. I would really have liked to see how they handle a game and a plane simultaneously but if it happened while I was here, I missed it. Bleachers too, so you can watch either planss or games, or both. The airport is just a few blocks from downtown, so I was able to walk to my hotel, and then walk back to the airport. When I checked in for my flight today, after checking my back pack (small enough not to check on standard flights but these planes for the intra-country hops are tiny), I was asked to step on the bag scale. I had to ask a second time to be sure that was really what he wanted. Sure enough, they weighed everyone with their carry-on. I guess we were close to our weight limit? Confidence inspiring. Since we got to choose our seats when we got on the plane -nevermind that boarding pass with a seat assignment, I queued up early enough to get a window seat. Turns out I got both a window and an aisle seat, because my side of the plane had one seat per row. I like that they don't worry about little things like having your carry-on stowed for take off and landing, and shutting down portable electronic devices. No bother with such silliness! I'm on my way to Panama City's domestic airport, then a short taxi ride and a bus ride to Ivan's B&B, my home for the next two nights. When I emailed Ivan yesterday to see about a room, he responded with a bunch of questions of his own. He wanted to know what I plan to do in the area, how I was arriving and did I want dinner, among other things. I'm used to coming and going fairly anonymously, and I think Ivan's may be a different experience.