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My good friend Bob Adams, who has lived in Panama more than 12 years, was published in Barron’s magazine again with this story about what makes Panama such an amazing success. I was lucky to get an advance copy of the story before it came out in print. Read it here..(click on the link below)
A lot of countries have beautiful beaches, mountain vistas and affordable living. But few countries can match the strong economy of Panama. Few countries have a government that encourages true free enterprise. A strong economy fueled by free enterprise should be important considerations when deciding where to relocate to.
The real story of Panama in the 21st century is a story of a rapidly developing economy that has nothing to do with offshore anything. For more than a decade, Panama’s GDP has averaged annual growth nearing 8%, with a few double-digit years. Even at the depth of the financial crisis in 2009, it booked a respectable 4% GDP growth, while nearly everyone else in the hemisphere booked red ink.
Foreign direct investment last year rose 17% from the record set in 2014, which was more than 9% above the record set in 2013. In 2000, per-capita GDP was similar to that in neighboring Costa Rica and Colombia, though well behind the two big Latin American emerging markets, Brazil and Mexico. As of the end of 2015, Panama’s per-capita GDP was 24% higher than Mexico’s, 39% higher than Brazil’s, 41% higher than Costa Rica’s, and 57% higher than Colombia’s.
Additionally, the massive improvement in transportation, logistics, and communications infrastructure has made Panama a leader in Latin America in those sectors.
WHY PANAMA? What changed? Can we learn something from this? The nation and its canal have been there for more than a century. Consider three lessons.
Panama’s economy is based on free enterprise. The government and the people of Panama have a commitment to free enterprise that is rare in Latin America. In the 2014 presidential elections, two candidates with a socialist perspective took part in the televised debates and ran campaigns, but barely collected 1% of the vote between them. Due to the emphasis on private enterprise, the government has the income to provide benefits to the poor that can exceed those of Latin American nations that claim to be socialist. You are not likely to meet a Panamanian who would prefer to live in Venezuela.
The immigration issue has been dealt with intelligently in Panama. When Panama’s dramatic economic growth began a decade ago, Panama’s small population and inadequate public-education system left the nation in a bad spot. The challenge was to handle growth while improving the skills of their people.
A big part of Panama’s answer was to use relocation instead of immigration. Relocators can be residents and workers, but not citizens.
Panamanian relocators include American retirees, but also other Latin Americans, especially from Colombia and Venezuela. Recently, they have been joined by a growing number of Europeans. Last year, Italians and the Spanish receiving residency visas and work permits both outnumbered Americans.
By taking citizenship out of the equation, Panama was able to absorb large numbers of relocators without the tension and rioting seen in Europe or the hate language too common in the U.S. today.
Panama’s political leadership has a common goal. I have been a relocator in Panama through two five-year presidential terms and I am in the middle of a third presidential term. Each president has had his own particular style, issues, and policies. Each represents a different political party and they are not the best of friends.
Debate among the leaders can be very partisan, but they have one important thing in common: When it comes to economic growth, they pass the ball, they don’t drop it. All the major projects supporting economic development have continued under each president. Each makes some changes here and there, and they may agree on little else, but they have proven their dedication to continuing economic growth to Panamanians and the international investment community.
About the Author: “Patricio Pececito” traveled in a VW van, pulling a trailer, from Phoenix, Arizona to Puerto Armuelles, Panama in May of 2014.
The Car: A vintage restored 1979 Volkswagen Bay-Window bus, pulling a 5’ wide x 8’ long, x 4’ high enclosed box trailer.
The engine was newly rebuilt and had a total of about 150 miles on it at journey’s beginning. On the road to Brownsville, Texas (where I was to meet a companion coming from Florida) it was to be fully broken in and any adjustment bugs worked out prior to leaving familiar U.S. territory where everyone speaks English. The route from Arizona was I-10 to San Antonio, Texas, then head south to Brownsville, a total of approximately 1300 miles.
During that leg of the trip I, and the bus, experienced some considerable inclines and flats, terrain that would repeat throughout the trip. The bus lived up to its legendary pedigree. Not a speed machine, max speed on downhill sprints was about 60 mph, with averages between 40 and 50 mph the entire way to Panama. By modern car standards that is really slow, and, what else can one expect out of that bread loaf and a half shape being pushed through the air?
At the Brownsville border crossing, Saturday morning May 10, 2014, we got to the Mexican side and Customs stopped us for the required vehicle inspection. They gave my rig a cursory going over. My companion Tony, was driving a new looking year 2006 Ford F-250 diesel truck & pulling a newer aluminum 2 horse show trailer packed from floor to ceiling with mostly with newer tools & other “stuff” to build a house with. When they opened his trailer and saw all the “stuff” along with the “Gator”, a 6 wheeled turf maintenance vehicle he was bringing for the raw land he is building on, they would not let us cross. The reason being is that we were considered “commercial” because we were pulling trailers crammed with sale-able goods. It did not matter that most of the stuff was used.
When we got to Los Indios a bit after 4 pm and spoke to U.S. Customs we found out that because the vehicles we were in were not coming back to the U.S. there was a 72 hour wait time (weekdays only) for them to check the Titles data bases to confirm that they were not stolen. On top of that we had to list everything that we were carrying on a commercial export manifest and use an agent to do so. Total cost for that was $460. Plus add vehicle insurance of $46 for the time we were to be in Mexico. And that was just the FIRST border.
To be continued below…. The actual crossing, the characters involved, the initial territory to be crossed, and the distance traveled the first day.
A look at the lessons learned:
1. Though we didn’t know it at the time our first mistake in planning was that we were reading accounts of driving through Central America, easily found on the internet, that were written by people on holiday, or on driving adventures heading south…on tourist visas.
2. Because we were driving vehicles not coming back we were classed as “exporters, which is commercial traffic, and we had a mandatory 72 hour wait before the vehicles could cross.
3. Commercial traffic, “in transit” across countries in Central America is treated very differently than tourist traffic. Its more expensive and takes a lot more time to cross borders.
4. Export rules at borders change all the time. What worked previously may not work when you get there. Accept it and do what is required. The alternative is to not be allowed to cross.
This part will cover from Santa Esmerelda, a tiny community between Tampico and Tuxpan on the Caribbean coast of Mexico, to the Talisman border crossing on the Mexico-Guatemala border which is on the Pacific side.
The hotel is right alongside the highway. No name, just an aging sign with “HOTEL” on it. It was a small family run affair that catered to truckers transiting Mexico headed to points south. It was clean, well kept, & the L-shaped room had A/C! After 16.5 hours driving, getting a meal in the lobby/restaurant, checking email on the restaurant wi-fi, and showering, I did not fall asleep easily. It may have been midnight when sleep came.
Then, way too soon, my I-phone alarm woke me up for our planned departure time of 4:00 AM! Groan! Brush teeth; grab the bags that were too valuable to leave in the car, and out the door. Lanny had already started his yellow bus.
We were a bit less than half way from Los Indios, Texas to the Talisman border crossing. It’s a bit less than 1200 miles, and not really a long distance, time wise, driving on U.S. roads & speeds. But because the path commercial transit traffic is required to take through Mexico is part open highway AND passes through countless towns and “other” communities, that are full of speed bumps both marked and not, as well as having additional road conditions that are truly hazardous to the well being of an automobile’s running gear if you get surprised, we were slowed way down in many areas. This is OK, although it results in a lot of hours at the wheel to cover the distance.
While in Texas, knowing that I would soon experience extended time piloting my craft, I started collecting 5-Hour-Energy shots at gas stops. I kept another special wide mouth 1 litre water bottle handy that I mixed it in. Only when I was feeling drowsy I would take a few swigs and wait. With water like that it doesn’t take long to work. Using it diluted with water provided just enough pep to stay alert and keep going as opposed to getting too amped by downing a whole one undiluted.
I loaded my I-phone with over 80 hours of all kinds of music. My taste in tunes is very broad. When I was a child I loved watching cartoons. I did not know at the time that the sound-tracks of cartoons I watched on TV in the 1960’s, such as Looney Tunes, the older Popeye cartoons, and others made in the 1940’s imparted an appreciation of 1930’s & 40’s jazz guitar, fiddle, and tuba music. Ever hear of Joe Venutti or Django Rheinhardt? I have some of that as well as a lot of that broad spectrum of glorious noise commonly called classic rock from the 60’s & early 70’s. I just put the player on shuffle and kept on truckin’…as it were.
From Poza Rica to Veracruz, Highway 180 mostly hugs the coastline. I love traveling along coastlines. In my opinion, the places on this earth where the ocean meets the land provide glimpses of the tastiest eye candy there is. I really can’t remember much that is location specific, just that I drove along Mexico’s Caribbean coast, and it was quite scenic in many spots. Oh, there was one spot that we pulled over that was a cliff overlooking the lower coastline which we were headed to. A classic rugged coastline view! We all peed there.
At San Andres Tuxtla the highway turns inland and starts inclining upward. After a while we are driving through mountainous terrain. In most areas I could drive along in 3rd gear though most of it but the steeper hills required 2nd gear and 3500 rpm at 25 mph. After all, my readers, facing facts, I am driving a VW bus pulling a trailer driving uphill. The others radio me to just follow the road and disappear ahead out of radio contact distance. I found them some time later waiting where the next turn is, onto a toll road. I don’t remember how much but do remember that it was expensive. Lanny told us that morning to prepare to spend about $125 in tolls today. We ended up on Highway 185, which took us to the Pacific side.
Once over the Continental Divide and on the down slope, I mostly drove along in 4th gear keeping my speed at around 55mph. That is a comfortable speed for the bread loaf shape of a VW bus that is pulling a trailer. Going downhill it was easy to maintain speed and keep up with the convoy.
Before I forget, I must mention that gas stations are spaced comfortably apart in Mexico. My VW van has a 12 gallon tank. Since the engine is modified and I am running larger dual carburetors, carrying the load I had and pulling the trailer, I would drive about 125 miles before needing to stop for gas soon. I was concerned about this so I carried 10 gallons in two gas cans just in case. I did not have to use them in Mexico.
Once over the Continental Divide the foliage got sparser and browner the further the road dropped in elevation. I could see in the distance a vast dry plain with huge windmills spread over many miles. It was starting to get windy. Highway 185 ended and we turned onto Highway 190. I was being buffeted by a hot dry cross wind for a while. Then the direction shifted to where it was coming from my forward quarter; almost a headwind. It was hot, similar to the Arizona desert in summer hot. My air-cooled VW engine was not happy. Only due to the big oil cooler I installed, oil temperature was hovering around 290 degrees. Was I alarmed? Yup! All I could get was 35 mph out of it with the pedal nearly to the metal. So I eased off the pedal a bit, trucked on, and eventually drove into a milder climate further down the coastline.
At some point Highway 190 transitioned into Highway 200. On the map that point is at a town named Arriaga. By this time the foliage had transitioned into a coastal rainforest type of green lushness. At around the town of Tonala day turned into night and we pressed on. It rained off and on for the rest of the drive to Talisman.
After 19 hours on the road, we arrived at Talisman at around 11:00 P.M. We pulled into and parked at the end of the border crossing line which was on a street that was long ago paved with river rock the size of volleyballs. It was rough! There were teenagers out on the street to greet us. Lanny said they are our security guards. He told us to give them a few dollars and they would watch the cars. We went across and up the street a ways to a little hotel and got rooms. The place looked clean. The plumbing was ancient galvanized iron pipe. The shower water ran black for a bit before clearing and I showered. I laid down and went to la-la land quickly. The next morning I had several bites on my torso; from what I do not know. I don’t think it was bedbugs.
I was up at 6:00 am. I checked out and took my stuff to the car. The security detail was still there. When the other guys came out of their rooms we had breakfast at a restaurant on Lanny’s recommendation and waited near our ride. The line did not start to move till about 10:00 and slowly.
We got stamped out of Mexico, drove through the free zone and parked in a $12/day parking lot. In the parking lot there was a small army of free lance border paperwork agents that followed us in. Lanny chose a couple of them that he knew. We gave them our Cargo Manifests, copies of vehicle Title, Registration, Driver License, & Passport. They disappeared into the Guatemalan bureaucracy offices and we proceeded to wait. We had lunch, wandered around, took in the activity and generally observed… for our own safety as well as the fascination with the hustle and bustle of the place.
The whole wait lasted until 4:00pm when our agents came back with the total cost, to get our documents officially stamped and approval to enter Guatemala. We paid them the Customs (Aduana) and entry charges and their agency fee. They disappeared and came back 30 minutes later with our official documents and we headed for the border gate. Driving into Guatemala, Lanny said our destination would be Esquintla, which we arrive to at 11:00pm.
A look at what was learned:
1.Unlike what the mainstream media in the U.S. would have you believe, Mexico is a generally peaceful country once you get past the border towns, where the people are friendly and industrious.
2. The main roads are well maintained, except where they are working on them. In those areas they are atrocious.
3. Be ever vigilant for unmarked and unauthorized speed bumps.
4. Trust the guy who is driving lead position in the caravan & that he will stop at the next turn to let me catch up.
5. I was very thankful to have that guide.
5. I can stay awake for extended periods behind the wheel but not necessarily fully alert all the time.
This leg of the journey, I embark on Mexico’s Carretera (highway) Federal 200 (Chiapas Province) out of Puerto Fronterizo Talisman border gate, across Puente (bridge) Rio Suchiate into Guatemala’s border free zone. Then, through Guatemala’s El Carmen entrance gate, which set a pattern that repeated at each border crossing for the rest of the trip.
The scenario is this; we are at the exit border crossing of the country we just transited in the early morning before the officials arrive for work. Out of the “mob” of freelance agents we choose an agent that will shepherd our documents through the country exit and country entry process and surrender our pertinent paperwork to them. Then we wait. First, for our exit to be processed which could happen in a couple of hours, then for most of the day in the free-zone between each entry gate, waiting, waiting…and more waiting.
Sunday 18 May 2014, at about 5:00 PM we are through the Guatemala entrance and on the road moving again! Outside of the rural-ish border town of El Carmen the two lane asphalt highway is narrow by U.S. comfort standards. It has no shoulders. The edge of the asphalt in most places is a sharp drop off of about 6 inches into wet dirt/mud/greenery or a ditch. Surprisingly the roadway is fairly smooth, though it starts to take us through some winding mountainous terrain. Daylight is fading fast. The roadway is mostly in shadows of waning daylight. There is pleasant, very green, and in many places large overhanging tree branches above the asphalt corridor I am confined to. Vegetative lushness and tropical abundance engulfs my visual field and the fresh heavy air of a recent rain shower fills my lungs. Another light drizzle begins, and being that my vintage transportation has no intermittent timer on the windshield wiper, I manually switch it on and off to keep my windshield clear. Soon we are driving through a black night in heavy rain, with the lead vehicle of two yellow school buses hitched together driven by Lanny, setting the pace which was max on the brief straight parts at 30 mph. The infrequent speed limit signs were showing 50. That’s kilometers per hour, which is about 31 mph.
I was tired because of the late previous night and early wake up. I did not/could not sleep more than a few minutes at a time during our wait at the Guatemala border crossing due to being uncomfortably moist with my own sweat, no comfortable place to recline, and the novelty of what I was experiencing at that place in time. So I relied on mixing one of my 5-Hour Energy shots in a quart bottle of water to keep my eyes open and the “rig” I was piloting on the asphalt. My conscious thoughts go to caution in drinking too much of my alertness potion. I certainly don’t want to over-do it and not be able to drop off to sleep when we reach our distance goal for the night. Recalling my experiences with physical ‘performance enhancement’ substances from a more youthful time in my life, I start by taking a gulp at a time and pausing for several minutes to gauge the results. So it goes for the next 6 hours, I turn my classic rock & blues music up loud, belt out the lyrics of the songs that I can remember, and keep the drowsiness at bay, as the time on this night drive I am utterly committed to drones on.
The light drizzle that became a heavy downpour gives no indication of letting up. I am rolling along a fairly well paved, mountainous, winding, two lane asphalt trail, trying to keep Tony’s well lighted trailer rig in sight through the rain, blind curves, and hilly terrain. Since my rig is speed challenged, when I do lose sight of the group, I don’t sweat it because I know there is only one road and will come up on them soon enough. And there are the 2-way radios we all had as long as the batteries held up. Lanny was good about either radioing to us about a turn and stopping to get the group formed up again when he reached a turn or a fork in the road.
Our drive to Esquintla takes us near Guatemala City. Emerging from the pouring rain and 2-lane curvy mountain roads we find the road opens up to a very modern looking, well lit 4 lane divided parkway, complete with manicured grassy sides & median. It’s about 10 PM at this time. I have absolutely no idea where on the non-existent map we are. As soon as we reach this part Lanny radios to us that he is going to run up ahead to get to the motel and secure our accommodations before reception closes for the night. Apparently my slowness would not allow us to get there together. He tells us what exit sign to look for, says do not separate for any reason, and disappears into the night. We drive on for about 30 minutes and of course determine that we have missed the exit. So we decide to turn around and look for it.
The highway at that time of the evening is relatively deserted. Our odd looking convoy of Jerry in his olive green Ford SUV, Tony in his 4×4 Ford Diesel double cab pick-up towing a shiny aluminum 4 horse show trailer lit up like a Christmas tree, & my vintage VW bus rig surely stood out. Unsure of where we were, not being able to raise Lanny on the radio, we decide to pull over and try to call Lanny on Jerry’s cell phone. Jerry in the lead chooses a well lit (safe) spot right after we passed an on ramp. As we pass the ramp, I notice that the occupants of the white 4 door truck that was sitting on the ramp show an interest in our convoy. They pull in behind me then cruise slowly, slowly by Tony and stop next to Jerry.
The 4 men who get out are dressed military style and are heavily armed. They are Policia. One comes up to my window and looks me over and into the back windows. He says something in Spanish to me that ended with “armas” and points to his pistol as he clutches his shotgun. He is asking me if I have guns! It wasn’t hard to have a surprised look on my face and I answer NO! Tony is out of his car and talking to who seemed the leader and explained our predicament. Shortly after, Jerry gets Lanny on the phone and describes to him what is happening. Lanny asks to talk to a policeman and explains to him who we are, where we are headed, that we are simply lost. He thanks the Police for finding and protecting us and gets our location. Lanny shows up a few minutes later, speaks to the police in person, and tells us to get back into our cars and follow him to the motel.
At the hotel, after we get parked inside the hotel’s gated and locked parking area, Lanny tells us that the policemen were doing their job and seemed to be genuinely concerned about our safety when they understood the situation. As he thanked them for finding us he said he gave them some money to get a snack or something later. We all settled up that cost and the room fees, which Lanny had prepaid. I was so tired that I didn’t think to write down the name of the very well kept, clean, and secure hotel. I took a shower in the spacious air conditioned room and went to sleep.
The next morning we had breakfast in the hotel’s spacious restaurant. The food was good, well priced and it had free wi-fi so we could all check email and stuff. Lanny stayed in the restaurant with some folks who came to meet him and would catch up later after a couple small detours. So Tony and I chose to get on the road again. The road, CA-2 to the Guatemala-El Salvador crossing at Ciudad Pedro de Alvarado over the Rio Paz to La Hachadura was just a couple hours away.
It turned out to be an easy drive over a fairly good road except for the incident where I watched what I was soon to learn was a lug bolt, complete with shiny chrome nut still attached, fly off my driver side trailer wheel. This was shortly after I noticed a clicking sound coming from the trailer that seemed to correspond with the rotation of wheels. I thought it was a rock stuck in the tread that was making the sound but it seemed to be getting louder so I was paying attention and happened to be looking in the side mirror when the sound abruptly got louder. I radioed Tony and as luck would have it there was a gas station/truck repair shop that I could pull into. Upon examination, the lug nuts on both the trailer wheels had loosened from all the vibration of the rough roads we had so far traversed, one wheel much more than the other. The wheels are made of aluminum alloy and the bolt holes on the bad wheel had already enlarged to the point of the wheel being unserviceable. I probably said a “shit” or two and then caught myself and acknowledged the blessing that I caught it before a real disaster happened. I put on my spare and had to tighten all my other lug nuts (car & trailer).
The early morning drive was through farmlands and rural countryside on the 2 lane CA-2. Scenery alternated from grassy fields, with cows, a few horses, and spots where there was dry land tropical forest to the edge of the road. We reached La Hachadura about noon. Free agents found us and we proceeded to engage in the border crossing procedure. Lanny and Jerry showed up a short while later.
A look at some lessons learned:
1. As one is repeatedly told by internet sources and experienced Central American road warriors, “Don’t drive at night.” Unless you are part of a convoy and the driver of the lead vehicle knows the roads well. If you must drive at night drive slow.
2. Those stories that we may have heard about Guatemala being a “3rd world country” with 3rd world attitudes (whatever those are), rife with crime and corrupt police may be true…but not in what I experienced. Though there are physical indications of a recent darker period, what I saw is that the people have created an orderly law abiding society which the ones I met strive to improve. Indeed, in many places in the U.S. I did not feel as safe as I did driving at night through Guatemala.
3. Though my time there was very brief, Guatemala is a place I would someday go back to explore more.
4. Pay attention to the sounds around you.
About the Author: “Patricio Pececito” traveled in a VW van, pulling a trailer, from Phoenix, Arizona to Puerto Armuelles, Panama in May of 2014.
by Debbie Fishell and Jackie Lange
Research and planning before your move will help you land a position.
Not everyone who is ready to move to Panama has a retirement income or a “stash of cash” on hand. What are your options if you want to relocate, but need to acquire some form of employment to make ends meet? Though limited, there are choices available.
Here are a few important things to know before you take the plunge.
• You must apply for and receive a Working Permit in order to be employed by a company or to work in Panama. If you locate a job online before you move, the company that is hiring you will often help with this process. An attorney is highly recommended. You will not be able to get a work permit without getting a residency visa. Only certain Visa’s allow you to work in Panama. The most popular visa which comes with a work permit is the Friendly Nations Visa.
• Without written government approval, companies in Panama can only fill up to 10% of their open positions with foreign nationals. So even if a company has openings, they may not be able to hire you unless they can obtain a government waiver.
• The minimum wage in Panama is very low, around $2.50 an hour. Most locals earn only around $800 per month though the average wage is now $22,000 a year in Panama. The good news is that “skilled labor” is hard to come by and if you have a skill set that is in demand you can probably expect a much better wage. The cost of living in Panama can be a little lower than in countries like the US, Canada, and Europe, so you may not require as high an income to maintain a comfortable lifestyle. A 2014 tour attendee landed a job in Panama City making a little over $100,000 a year.. tax free. A friend from Texas got a job as a crane operator making $150,000 a year. Some jobs do pay much more than others
• Many businesses expect a full-time employee to work over 40 hours per week, usually Monday through Friday plus a half day on Saturday. There are mandatory paid national holidays for everyone, though. And most jobs have 30 days of paid vacation the first year.
• There are no unemployment benefits in Panama.
* You will need at least basic Spanish skills for most job opportunities in Panama. If you don’t speak the language yet, don’t lose hope! There are English speaking jobs you can find; it’s just more limited.
Online resources are available to get you started on your job search.
1. In a simple Google search, I came up with dozens of possibilities in about an hour. There are several businesses in Panama with job offerings listed individually. There are also job posting sites.For example, I found 3 new job postings for Panama today on GoAbroad and Un Mejor Empleo, a job posting site that is in Spanish, had 8 current postings today.
2. Learn 4 Good is a good place to search and has 25 job postings listed today. There are several I.T. jobs, including a graphic designer that pays $1000/month. 3 postings are looking for live-in Au Pairs (there’s your housing taken care of too) and a few sales positions. Several are for English speakers.
Summary Statistics for These Jobs:
Average Yearly Salary: 22000 USD acording to WorldBank.org
Most Popular Location: Panama City
Average Minimum Education required: High School
Average Minimum Experience required: Less than 1 Year
3. The City of Knowledge (Ciudad del Saber) is a community of international, educational, and research organizations. There are about 20 recent job postings and new posts are added regularly.
4. Occasionally, the Embassy of the United States in Panama will have job openings. There was 1 listed today that is closing applications on August 31st. Check all of the foreign embassies in Panama for job opportunities.
5. Konzerta has an extensive listing of jobs, mostly directed at local Panamanians, but you may also find opportunities for expats if you take the time to skim through the posts. There are currently over 4000 listings! Especially useful if you speak Spanish because almost all of the postings are in Spanish. You can translate the pages with Google Translate.
6. Latin Top Jobs has a higher caliber of job offerings, in general, and they are geared at executives and expats. There are 15 postings today with several having a salary range from $3000-6000/month.
7. Another good place to start a job search is Linkedin. If you don’t have an account, you can set one up for free and post your resume there. I didn’t see any posts under jobs today in Panama. However, I recommend you join all the groups that are related to Panama, under the interests tab. Some good choices are Panama Jobs, which had a posting today for a Trade Marketing Coordinator for Fox Panama, and Latin-American Recruiters & Headhunters, which had 4 new job postings today and dozens over the past few weeks.
8. Craig’s List Panama has a job opportunities section. It takes a while to peruse it and some of the postings are old, but I did see a possibility for a graphic designer and a yoga instructor.
9. Encuentra24 is another good place to look. It’s an online classified site with a section called ‘Empleos‘ that is job postings. This is a local site with a lot of low paying jobs, around $500/month. You have to search for the better positions.
A sampling of their postings for today includes:
• Accounting Manager> $1200-3000/month
• Animation Renderings> $1000-1500/month
• Sales Rep > $700 per month plus commissions
• Welder > $1000 per month
• Chef > $1200+ per month
Getting a job in Panama may have its challenges, but with a little research and planning you should be able to find something that will meet your requirements.
Good luck on your search!
Hey, even if your search for a 9-5 job doesn’t produce the outcome you’re looking for, there are always self-employment or freelance options to earn a living. Be sure to check out our free eBook “Fund Your Freedom Overseas” for new ideas (expats are currently doing these in Panama). Click on the book cover for instant access to the eBook———->>>>>>
If you sell a service or a product in Panama, you will need a work permit.
There are many business opportunities in Panama. Expats own hostels, restaurants, shrimp farming, food production, tour companies, home builders, and much more.
But there are also restrictions! Some professions are protected for only Panamanians. This includes Doctor, Lawyer, Counselor, Architect, etc. Consult with your Panamanian attorney to determine if your profession is protected for only Panamanians. If it is protected, DO NOT attempt to perform those services in Panama or you could risk getting a serious fine and possibly deported.
Other professions like yoga instructor, massage therapist, require a license and a health certificate. Selling food items requires a health certificate. Your attorney can help you determine if you need a license or health certificate.
Some expats attempt to skirt the law by taking “donations” instead of collecting a fee. This is against the law in Panama and gives all expats a bad reputation. You should observe the laws of the country where you live instead of looking for ways around them!
Learn more — read the article WORKING IN PANAMA