Imagine a perfect margarita high, and then to top it off, Pina Coladas, $2.75, dark wood paneling, roadside bar. Perfect! But not so. The ingredients: Pineapple chunks (good start) but they wouldn't blend; then things got a little sketch, out comes the white rum (cheap Bacardi), very little for two Pinas, and then a heavy dose of whole milk. A scoop of badly blended ice, poured into a glass, with a nice pineapple slice presentation. Immediately it begins to separate and curdle. Whole milk? Really? I drank it anyway, even though I kind of regret it now, and then the bill came, $10.70. That's like the daily wage for a Panamanian National, and a Peace Corps Volunteer! I could buy a nice bottle of Flor de Cana for that, and make my own! But then again I never would have had the stomach churning experience of vile pineapple acid bile on the back of my tongue for the walk back to my very nice seaside hostel.