I love Central America! I love the flash and the verve, the willingness of the people here to live in Technicolor.
Last night as I rode the bus home from Panamá to Las Tablas, I saw three different trucks decorated with neon. The first was one of those enormous long-haulers, the kind with the wolf-style snouts, flat-hooded and tapering to a snub. That snout / hood and the front of the cab above it were striped in green neon, emphasizing the sheer machismo, the size and power of the machine.
And, of course, making it infinitely more visible on the road. How eminently sensible, no? As well as lots of fun. Imagine that looming out of the darkness behind you.
The other two trucks were smaller, more short-haul types, with rounded noses outlined and details picked out in orange-red neon. One was especially charming – where the green truck resembled a wolf, the cat-like qualities of this one were emphasized. The decorator had also placed a couple of round lights on top of the cab where ears would be. Sooo cute. I must tell you about the buses, too. Next time. I do love these little treats in Central America.