PANAMA CITY, Panama — Buses with anxious Canadians, just released from a forced quarantine, are rushing at a heady speed to Panama City airport. Our police escort is flashing lights and clearing traffic as if for a presidential motorcade.
Life was about learning from tribal elders and practising open-hearted hugs. Then, as we gathered around fire, strange news from the outer world started to seep into our conversations. The next day, we learn that all public events in the world are shutting down. The latest news of grounded flights from Panama to Europe seems surreal to us.On March 16 it is time to go home. Packed and loaded, I head for the gate, only to learn that Panamanian authorities quarantined the entire festival. The participants can leave only if they have been in the country more than 14 days and do not exhibit symptoms of the virus.
Police escort people out, only to later stop them. Around 65 of them are kept on the side of a road for six hours. They are returned to the festival at 4:30 a.m., scared, tired and hungry.
Crocodile tears........of laughter at your stupidity, you knew better but were too selfish taking a vaction during a pandemic. Boohoo.
Curious to see who gets voted off the island first.
Embarrassing.
That is literally the must pathetic story I have ever read. Go hug more palm trees you stinky hippies.
Glad to see they are all 2 metres distanced from one another!🙃
To bad so sad. They should have know. Better. I have zero empathy. The rest of us STAYED HOME!