|Boquete View (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
Until nearly in Boquete, the road climbs gradually, but noticeably. Though I'd heard many times of this Panamanian gringo oasis, I don't think I'd ever seen a photo of it. My first view of the town was plainly not congruent with my brain's contrived image. Somehow, I'd pictured it larger and spread out across a mountain top. In reality, it's laid out lengthwise in a narrow, rising valley, steep peaks on all three sides. My first thought was of a "theme town", such as Park City, Utah, or Ashland, Oregon, though I'd be surprised if the founders planned it that way. There's a queer uniqueness and hazy similarity between each building and block along the two main thoroughfares that merge into one further up the valley.
|A church that looks like a fold-up from the back of a cereal box|
|The former railroad station, elevation 1085 meters|
|A rock-hugging frog|
|View upriver along the children's park|
|Our delightful breakfast café|
After a bit of wandering we came across a tidy café, set 20 meters off a side street. We met a congenial couple at the next table from our home state of Oregon and had a nice chat. The cook/waitress brought us a couple of stylish smoothies, along with brewed coffee, pancakes, french toast and sides of fruit. Breakfast over, we took our time re-packing and checking e-mail back at the hotel before loading up and heading out for our next stop, Volcán.