For $2 we got to spend an afternoon bathing in mineral-rich, steaming hot waters and, unexpectedly, be terrorised by a spider monkey with a mild alcohol addiction.
We went to the hot springs with an Irish couple and no sooner had Emmet, the Irishman in the tale, settled in the warm waters, then the monkey descended from the branches and twokked his Balboa (the monkey has taste - Balboa is by far the best beer in Panama).
A brave monkey indeed, I would never steal an Irishman's beer, but all Emmet could do was hurl obscenities at the monkey as he made for a nearby rock and polished off the whole can.
The monkey, called Chitre we found out later, seemed to enjoy the occasion too.
Stacey got out her camera to record the whole occasion - it's not every day you see a hairy ape down a beer in a matter of seconds, unless of course you spent a lot of time in the bars near the train station in Darlington.
Later that evening, we heard he had requested 'Sex On Fire' at his local bar about five times, ground against a few lady monkeys, ordered a dodgy-looking kebab before vomiting it all up on a park bench.
We have plenty of pics of us relaxing in the hot springs, but we're sure you don't want to see them.