After many, many hours of being awake, I’m finally in the hostel in Panama City. It’s pouring and humid, but both the taxi driver and a guy I met on the plane assure me that we will see the sun.
…I forgot, when planning the Panama-Costa Rica leg of the trip, that we have entered the rainy season. Also, word on the street is that the surfing is better when it’s raining. 
Corey, unfortunately, is not here relaxing in the hostel with me. His flight was delayed in Houston, and he’ll be arriving in a few hours.