Armani Guanayu Cut

Today I went on a big jungle walk in San Lorenzo National Park. The first few k's were on a lonely bitumen road. We keep reading and being told that Colon is very dangerous, one must not walk anywhere. OK, Colon is on the other side of the bay, but any cars driving by probably come from there… on the other hand we heard that the crime problem in Colon is actually just gangs of teenagers. So I'm determined not to worry, but when a very sick car clunk clunks past me, and I smile and wave, and the only open window frames an emphatically un-friendly face I do start to wonder if I should go bush with the crocodiles and snakes… Eventually I do head off on a dirt track, it's a great jungle walk, amazing butterflies and birds, incredible bird songs like nothing I've heard before so having a great time. Returning, I'm nearly out of the park and stop to dehusk my coconut on one of the bolts in concrete the USA left behind. Clunk, clunk, clunk… the decrepit car pulls up right next to my american bolt and I turn to a mass of un-smiling black faces. The biggest un-smiling face, the driver says "Armani guanayu cut". I've made no effort at all to learn Spanish but brain is in overdrive trying to translate. "Armani guanayu cut" he repeats. It clicks and the car-full of happy black faces and my white one explode with laughter. "No iguanas, but I caught one coconut!" and off they clunk.