Did I mention spooky?
As in really...
Nevertheless, Lana and I, joined by my friend Bill who happened to wander over to Panama from his digs in Costa Rica, decided to explore. No fear in us and nothing to fear at all.
And to prove it we let Bill go first.
As we approached, the door swung slowly open, as if beckoning us from the nether regions of a world which few visit and from which none return.
(Yes, I made that part up. I'm sure the door has been standing wide open since 1936 and is open to this day - unless it finally rusted through and fell off - but didn't that part sound really cool?)
And we stepped inside.
Not the first...obviously.
Probably not even the second.
But, we were the only ones there that day and that was good enough for us in that deserted house deep in the remote jungle.
I did mention remote, didn't I?
But finally it was time to leave. We said our farewells...
...and we could practically hear the spirits wishing us a fond
"get the hell out of here and don't come back"
as we departed...
...and made our way back through the fence that was designed (poorly, I might add) to keep folks like us out.
Yeah, you can keep your guided tours. This is sightseeing the way it was intended to be: a felony.
Until next time....
*If you are one of the three or four people in the whole world who happen to get the title reference, by all means let me know in the comments section.