Bocas Del Balaram Stack
A whole lotta Panamania.
In the hazy, Central American humidity, a B-Stack rises to the occasion. There are wedges, ramps, thick lips, steam rolling tunnels, and the kid from New York snuggles up and wiggles down the line. And while Big L “Put’s it on”, the young gentleman drags both his arms in the face, applies pressure on his back foot and stalls just deep enough to make it out the other side. And at this very moment, there’s nowhere else we’d rather be. Dear Mr Stack, thanks for the wanderlust.
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