Another 6 am wakeup for a morning run up the same valley as yesterday. Strenuous, but I'll still gladly take over the sweltering heat. We were in a little bit of a time crunch as we wanted to make the 8 am tour at one of the local coffee plantations. This is the place to grow coffee in panama. They don't export a large quantity I'm told, but the stuff that is is very high in quality. The tour was brief 50 minutes or so and just the basics, but I probably wouldn't have focused much longer anyway and didn't know much to start to it was mostly new. Cafe Ruiz was the name of the plantation. I think they have been roasting coffee in the family for nearly 100 years. Pretty impressive and the coffee was great too. We considered packing some out, but hauling around the extra bulk and weight the next week didn't sound super appealing and I'm not sure if I can tell the difference between superbly good coffee and really good coffee anyway.  Perhaps we wait until San Jose.

Post tour, we had another breakfast of batidos and pastries as well as some lychees we found a guy selling out of his truck. I had been looking for them for a while but they have a different name in Spanish (that still escapes me).

We collected ourselves and headed for the local taxi/mini bus hub that will take you to farther flung parts of the town. We had read up on some hikes, there are many here, and settled on the pipeline trail up to a waterfall somewhere up the bajo Mano road. We had read differing accounts of how well the trails are marked here but the

driver knew the place so we piled in along with a couple other guys that evidently lived up there. Lots of farms as we climbed the sinuous and steep road. Mainly coffee, but corn and other crops too. It was a bit of a drive and I was sitting there wondering how this guy even covered gas at 2$ a trip, when we pulled over and picked up something like 13 primary school students out of school for the day and were on their our way again. As rural as the road increasingly got, I supposed there are still people of there that need rides.

The trail head was marked, as we had seen online and we hopped out, paid the 3$ entrance, and set off for the waterfall. There are supposedly good chances of seeing quetzals here, but no such luck today. We had played the call a lot and were both fairly sure we heard it, but with literally hundreds of trees and many over 100 feet tall, it's like looking for a needle In a haystack. 

The waterfall was beautiful. A 300 foot drop, not large in volume, but tucked away in a cool canyon. The trail was generally well mark and a steady, but not overwhelming group of people were out on the trail.

We were a little unsure of how long it would be before a bus or taxi made their way up the crazy hill, but sure enough, in 5 minutes or so, we were piled into another van and on our way down the steep country hill bound for home.

Afternoon was whittled away in the brew pub. Yes, the craft beer scene is taking off even here. To be fair, it was run by expats and the cliental was also expats. It was worth a stop if only to say we did it. Solid beer too.

Dinner was a Mexican place in town. Decent food, although they were evidently short on lettuce, Guac, and would break two 20s for a 23$ tab. Everyone only does small bills here, you wonder how the process ever gets started if 20s are what pop out of the atm. Something to ponder I suppose.