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Bus fare is fifteen cents. After only ten minutes of riding my orange, blue, and red bus, the streets began to look very lively, just the sort of action I was looking for. I hopped off right in the middle of the central market district. By mid-day Panama City, less than ten degrees from the equator, is blazing hot. Well, I was so hot from walking that when I spotted a raspado (snow cone) cart in front of a school I just knew I would try one. A raspado is basically what we would call a snow cone or maybe an Icee in the US.
He then pushes the cart to a market where he refills the colorful containers of syrup flavorings. Jesus' flavors are lemon, orange, mint, strawberry, pineapple, and grape. He pushes the cart even further, to the schoolyard, where I found him just in time for the lunch hour.
When I asked Jesus why he pushes this heavy cart for miles every day just to stand in the hot sun and shave ice he replied, "Just look at the smiles on the kids' faces! They love it!" For my own raspado I chose lemon flavor. It was very cold and refreshing! Kevin Monica - The Eighth Wonder of the World! Kevin - Chinese Food and Snow Cones in the Heart of Panama Kavitha - Beware What You Order! Food in Central America Abeja - Anatomy of a Border Crossing Shawn - A Tech Man Cries "Uncle!" Slayings in Colombia |
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