David A. Bandel
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A good speedtest.
Saying Panamanian officials are corrupt is like saying bears defecate in the woods. Duh, hello! But at what point does it stop?
The other day, I had just managed to get around yet another wreck in the road (third one for that day if I remember), turned the corner into a shady part of town, then the next corner and came up behind a pickup from the Justice Organ (Organo Judicial) stopped in the road talking to the driver of a large, white, very expensive SUV (probably a Prado, but don't quote me on that).
Anyway, as I'm sitting behind them laying on my horn (perhaps if they can't hear they'll clear the road -- and perhaps some day pigs will fly too), I look up to see a wad of cash pass from one vehicle to the other. Why do I never have a camera when I need one?
I have no idea who these folks were, but a Justice Organ pickup (OJ-119) has no valid reason to stop anywhere, much less block the street, to talk to someone in an expensive SUV with money passing between the vehicles.
I was mildly dumb-founded, wondering if the guy in the SUV was going to shoot me for what I just witnessed. It was a bad part of town. OTOH, my horn had gotten the attention of more than a few folks, so there would be witnesses in this daylight (approx 4:30 pm) rendezvous. This was 4 May 2010. I remember because I had just left my son at Tae Kwon Do practice.
Well, as a friend of mine reminded me: If it weren't for corruption, nothing would get done in this tropical paradise.
David-
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