flying stand-by and it just so happend to be full so we got bumped from the flight so we had to stay in brazil for another night (wasn't so bad as I got to spend more time with my cousin who's hecking adorable).

Secondly we had to purchase another ticket, so with a reccomendaiton from one of the Delta employees we got it through Copa Airlines. from Brazil to Panama to Orlando (not the final destinaiton). the actual flight was nice if not a bit cramped.

Then in Panama is where the saying "when it rains, it pours" took on a whole new meaning as it was also raining nonstop (go figure) when we got into the airport we sped to the gate printed on our ticket. When we finally got their however, we found that the gate printed was NOT the right flight so we traveled back to where we started as there was a flight to orlando in that terminal (this was more of me and my dad being dumb than the airport's fault). Keep in mind it took us thirty minutes to actually get to the gate to begin with, what with all the traffic and the damnable size of the fucking place. So thirty minutes back to then stop as I finally checked the flights based on flight number rather than gate or Destinaiton. SO we traveled accross the whole damned place to get to the right gate, luckily it was infact ours as when we got closer We could hear my name being calle dover the intercom. So we waited in line to go through X-ray screen at the gate for some odd reason, and went to talk to the gate employee.

we gave him our pass ports to prove our identity and as he is speaking to my father in spanish ( I do not speak it but my father is trilingual Spanish, English, and portugues as he is a native Brazilian) His face almost loses color as if he just heard that his loved one died. He relayed to me that According to the Gate employee I was barred from flying by the US consulate. Mind you I am 100% a US citizen, and my father is the one with dual citizenship, Yet he was still allowed to fly. My father, the caring man tha the is, delcined the offer to fly to Orlando and leave me by my self in a foreign country where I can't effectively communicate with the locals. 

It just so happend that 1. the supervisor was currently unavailable, and 2. the US consulate is closed on Sundays. So when we calle dup the consulate we were only able to speak with the after hours people who could not really fix the issue but would make sure to call us back monday morning to get the problem solved (they didn't). 

So we attempted to go and claim our luggage so that we may rent a nearby hotel and sleep in a bed and take showers, Attempted is the key word there. First problem was that we kept getting turned around by employees who were insanely incompetent. Then we had to wait in line to talk with a bunch of doctors, as despite testing negative to the Coof-19 in Brazil, ALL PERSON COMING FROM BRAZIL MUST BE TESTED IN PANAMA BEFORE THEY CAN LEAVE. so we had to leave the line for customs and go to the onsite testing "facility" where we had to shill out even more money to pay for a two part COOF-19 Nasal test. When that was done and we got some water form a fountain that actually worked we went back to wait in line at doctors staitoned outside of the Customs area to approve of our paper work. 

THEEEN! we got in line for the customs where we waited for about an hour in a room with no AC, and no water on hand, because there were only 2 costums agents working a line with over a hundred people in it. All the while the asshole behind us kept shoving his luggage into my dads perosnal space, at times inches away from his ass, and my dad repeatedly (politely mind you) requesting the man to keep his luggage to himself. When we finally got to the end of the line the asshole was still shoving his luggage into our space so when we were called by the customs agent he turns to the fucker and said "Could you at least by me flowers first?!" (The only good thing about the line) 

At the customs agent's station she took our passports and asked us our reason for entering panama and my father explained our situation, again in spanish. She did not like what we were saying and went to confirm things elsewhere. Upon coming back She informed us COPA airlines had not released us. SO all the fucking waiting was pointless. 

We left the customs area to head back into the airport proper in search of a COPA Airlines Supervisor and found that they had all left for the night. since it was past 10PM most of the food stalls were closed, we were starving, thirtsy, tired, and feeling like shit. We eventually found a still open stall where we shared a sandwhich and bought water bottles, as finding a working water foutain was difficult, and the ones that we did find were so heavily chlorinated that we felt sick after drinking from them. I had to take a dump bad so I used an empty restroom and found half the stalls utterly filthy. 

We found a relatively "Nice" spot to "sleep" at. Vaguely dark, barely noisey, only slightly dirty carpet, and only just sweltering.

In the morning we finally found a supervisor and she graciously took our case. Turns out it was simply a clerical error, that oculd have been solved by the gate employees the day prior. She got us tickets to Orlando that same day, and we finally could relax. Found an open coffee shop where we got breakfast, and laughed at a bilingual dirty joke. Boquete, a brand of coffee is spelt the same as boquete AKA blowjob in Portugues. Almost tripped over the holes in the tile as the airport lacks maintenance despite still expanding and shamelessly being funded by the BANk of China, went back to our gate where we had to get X-Rayed, again. Flight was nice, but cramped, again and we landed in Orlando. We got tickets from Orlando to my home, and waited as Lady Luck really likes fucking with people and planes aren't allowed to fly in thunder storms, so a three hour delay before we took Delta back home. 

Fuck Panama International airport, and Fuck COPA AIrlines, never again.