Very early this past Thursday morning I returned home to Uruguay after a 12 day trip to Panama. I had not been there in four years and was interested to compare it to Uruguay since it had been the prime alternative to moving here.
Panama was incredible! It was the most dynamic city I have visited in years. It is clearly replacing Miami as Latin America’s primary financial center. There are more banks in one small barrio in Panama City than there are in Uruguay. More business is done every day in Panama than is done all year in Montevideo. Everywhere I looked new buildings were going up: not little buildings–20 to 40 story concrete and steel towers. Real estate values are soaring. One of my business associates bought office space on Avenida Balboa (Panama’s version of Rambla) a few years ago for US$73 per square meter. Offices in his building are now selling for US$3000 per square meter.
And the Internet was incredible… I think we have more bandwidth in the hotel than in all of Uruguay: a blazingly fast 11 MB in our hotel room.
For me, the best features of Panama were its restaurants. I had fantastic Chinese food, which is impossible to get here, and a surfeit of American junk food including Wendy’s, Kentucky Fried Chicken, Pizza Hut, Bennigan’s, TGI Friday’s, Popeye’s and Hard Rock Cafe.
Panama City is very much like Miami, except that they speak more English in Panama!
Would I like to live there? Am I sorry I moved here?
You’ve got to be kidding! Panama is like one big amusement park/shopping mall: a lot of fun to visit, but I surely would not want to live there!
Panama is hot. Panama is humid. Panama is crowded. Panama is expensive. Panama’s traffic is insane. Panama is increasingly dangerous.
For me Panama is a mirror image of Uruguay. Uruguay is a wonderful place to live, a good place from which to do business, but a terrible place in which to do business. Conversely, Panama is a wonderful place in which to do business, a good place from which to do business, but a challenging place in which to live (especially if you are a gringo).
One of the things I love about living in Uruguay is that I do not stand out in a crowd (except for the fact that I am a fat cripple in a wheelchair)as a gringo. Here, I look like everyone else. Panama caused me to have flashbacks of Costa Rica–Santiago and I were both clearly identifiable as foreigners. That could be that between the two of us we were bigger than any six Panamanians, but I think it is more subtle than that. Panamanians are certainly more friendly than Costa Ricans, but then so are North Koreans. Panamanians are certainly smarter than Costa Ricans, but then so is the average mule. Panamanians show more business savvy than anyone I have met this side of Hong Kong or Taiwan. But, Panama has an edge to it which is hard to define, but indicates to me that it could never be home–that I could never really belong there.
Panama is good for business and I will go back there often. If it was next door to Uruguay I might even work there and live here. But it is 7 hours away by plane and Uruguay is my home Regardless of whether you speak English or Spanish the sentiment is the same: home Sweet home – hogar dulce hogar!
