Every blog post and Facebook group says men must wear long pants in Panama. I spent our first full day sweating through khakis on the Metro because I believed them. Here is what I actually observed — and the real, much more sensible rule nobody seems to lead with.
We spent 12 days walking Panama City in April 2026 and counted three people smoking cigarettes. We never once saw anyone vape. Here’s what the law actually says — and what it looks like on the street
In a Metro station in Panama City, a stranger walked over, apologized for not speaking English, and then helped us find our train anyway. We hadn’t even figured out our social strategy yet — Panama had already started making friends for us.
Our last full day in Panama: one more visit to Albrook, a long breath in the hotel room, and an honest accounting of what twelve days of walking, pricing, and neighborhood research actually produced. The groceries, the hardware, the restaurants, the neighborhoods — what’s cheaper, what isn’t, and what we’re still figuring out.
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