Getting sweaty in Panama City

I'm sat in the hostel, stuck to a fake leather sofa, sorting through another bizillion photos.  It's hot and muggy, surprisingly not raining for the first time in 3 days, and I've packed up all my stuff ready to head over to Colon tomorrow.
The last 3 days = unlimited pancakes, syrup and banana for breakfast - until 12pm.  This means I can get 2 sittings in, one for breakfast when I wake up and then another at 11.55 for early lunch.  Then off to wander around the city, or shop for stuff I will need in the next 6 weeks. Then head to taco bell for lunch/dinner at about 5pm when I am not still full of pancakes.  Back to hostel, have a few 50cent beers in happy hour, then go and buy a chocolate doughnut from the minimart around the corner for 30 cents and eat it while watching a film like a fat girl.
In an unexpected bombshell, apparently my yacht will not have fishing licenses for where we are going which means no harpoon gun.  I'm devastated.  I'll find out more tomorrow.

View from my the balcony in my room in Panama.