Days 6-7, Saturday-Sunday, January 6-7
One night in this place is one night too many, and we follow the lead of an ad in the bedside yellow pages: a move to the El Panamá is the best idea we have today, just the place to have some semblance of cleanliness brought to our already smelly wardrobe. This leaves time to stock up on provisions and to double check last night's test of beer. It must have been sheer thirst that made us stomach the PANAMA, 'cos by the light of day the taste gives more of a hint of long aging in barrels made from cardboard. The Four take a vow to restrain their fluid intake to Daiquiris and Heineken.