2023-08-08

Tuesday, August 8

Ok, today was an immigration fail. The general story is that even though my criminal record was officially translated and had apostille, they had to do an online check thing for it to confirm it.

Fuck.

We ended up having to run around and do a bunch of shit, including a lot of time at notaries getting documents stamped. In a Panamanian notary office you always need to fingerprint official documents:

While I was there I saw the hottest little thing. She was maybe 26, 4'10", had a tiny waist and tits and ass to die for. I just wanted to feel her insides; its times like this I know I’m getting over Nami, although I do still miss her.

Hugo and I ended up just going on a bar crawl and getting hammered. We ate at a greek restaurant, went to Casa Pallet, had a few drinks in Clayton including a bowling alley?, a really nice club called the Embassy Club which is right next to all of the embassies, and finished it off by bumping into Brown at a bar that was a diner at the entry to Diablo.

Found a place I belong.

Jeff also found my missing Revolut card, but I’ve already cancelled it. Fuck.