As we walked through the oldest part of Panama City, Casco Viejo (or Casco Antiguo, as the locals are beginning to call it) we were approached by a local offering his talents as a guide. At first I was reticent having heard tales the world over of locals taking advantage of tourists. My girl was also a bit concerned and looked to me for an out. I decided to give him a few minutes and see what his vibe was.
3 hours later we bought him lunch and paid him twice his asking price. He was absolutely delightful, knew his history (or so it seemed), DEFINITELY knew his architecture and had a smile that we still talk about.
Our time with him only cemented my belief that there are two races of people on this planet: the decent and the indecent.