Trip Start Dec 14, 2011
22Trip End Jan 05, 2012
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Los Mandarinos Boutique Spa & Hotel Restaurant El Valle de Anton
Read my review - 4/5 stars
Read my review - 4/5 stars
It is now 5:30 PM and I am sitting on the outdoor terrace of Los Mandarinos Hotel in El Valle. I almost had to use hand motions to order my beer!
Last night Stephen and Debbie joined us at the hotel bar at Finisterre Suites. We had a drink there before venturing out to try to find a place to eat. We settled on the dining room of the Le Meridien Hotel at the end of Calle Uruguay
We had a great time and great conversations with Stephen and Debbie. They are a lot of fun and we mesh well with them. Like most these encounters, it is unlikely we will see each other again, but maybe! We finally trudged home after midnight.
Our drive to El Valle from Panama City started at 10:30 AM this morning and ended around 1 PM. It was an easy drive. We have not seen roads that good since leaving Seattle. The Pan-American was a divided four-lane highway the whole way and the 30 km of side road leading up the mountain to El Valle was a very nice, narrow two-lane paved road. It was a hot and clear day.
Officially known as El Valle de Anton, this picturesque town is nestled inside the crater of a giant extinct volcano and is ringed by verdant forests and ragged peaks. The crater is 5 km across, and you clearly see peaks rising at all points of the compass around you
We had to wait for our room to get ready at Los Mandarinos, so we took advantage and went to explore the region. We first drove 3 or 4 miles to Chorro El Macho (“manly falls”) and walked the short distance on a rustic trail to view them. Then we drove another 3 miles to see Chorro de Las Mozas (“young women’s falls”), but decided not to pay the one-dollar fare to see them; the manly falls weren’t that spectacular and I wasn’t feeling all that great. We also drove to the site of the hot springs and mud bath, but again, it all sounded a little hokey and I wasn’t up to it.
We did spend a half hour walking through the little artisan market, but found the stuff unappealing---did I say I wasn’t feeling well? God, I sound like a grump. We went back to the hotel, got our room and I lay down and tried to nap for a couple of hours. I might have slept a little, but not enough. I still feel like hell.
We made arrangements to eat at La Casa de Lourdes, which neighbors our hotel. I can look out the window and see it thirty yards away, and Linda wants to drive there
On our drive from Panama City today, we drove through the hometown of Raul, the manager of Republik who we met our first night in Panama. The town is Arraijan, pronounced “ah rye han” with the “r” rolled. Raul said that few knew the origin of the town name. He says the town was founded during the construction of the canal and was home to a specific trade needed in the construction. The men from this trade would convene on the right side of the road where the town now sits. Whenever workers from that trade were needed, foremen would be sent to collect workers from the right hand side of the road, thus, Arraijan. Who cares whether it is true? It is a great story!
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