Looking For A New Country?
July 19th, 2007
We were looking for somewhere to live. We had sold up in Bulgaria and were carrying all our worldly possessions with us when we landed at Tocumen airport in Panama City on Sunday evening. We had a month to decide whether it was the place for us as Bistra, my Bulgarian girlfriend, only had a 30 day tourist visa.
We had return tickets back through Jamaica and London Gatwick to Sofia but didn’t really want to travel back to the Bulgarian winter to hear all our friends saying ‘I told you so’.
Why Panama. When we decided to leave Bulgaria, because of its corrupt nature, our first idea was the USA as Bistra is the holder of a green card, but on further reflection we did not want to get caught up in the rat race again and end up doing another office job. A year earlier a friend had upped sticks and left for Costa Rica, never to be heard of since I may add, so that got us thinking about Central America and one evening over several bottles of wine in the Sofia Radisson Hotel, Graham (a relic from colonial times) said that Panama was a good place to visit.
The mention of Panama immediately brings to mind the Canal, hats and cigars but at this time it was also in the news because of a British man faking his death and disappearing to Panama only to hand himself into the UK police five years later – safe and well. So the next morning I entered the Internet with anticipation and rather than going straight to CardiffCityMad.com I entered Panama Investment into Google and I was very pleasantly surprised.
A major project to enlarge the canal so that it could handle the biggest ships of today compared to 100 years ago had just started, Panama City was a mixture of Singapore, Hong Kong and Manhattan and there were a selection of residence schemes available so that for a minimum investment we could settle.
A taste of what was in store occurred two weeks before we were due to leave when our newly appointed lawyers told us that our first full day in Panama City had just being announced as a public holiday and, by the way, the following Monday was non-working as well!
We were met at the airport and taken to the luxury apartment we had rented for the month which was situated on Panama Bay. What we weren’t informed of before booking was the construction of a new elevated highway running along the coast which was behind schedule so the workforce was working around the clock to finish it before the Presidential elections in May ensuing many sleepless nights
I had arranged to meet ‘a friend of a friend’ in Panama on our first day so that we could have a bit of orientation not knowing that this man was very well orientated around the bars of Panama City so a very interesting evening was enjoyed by all. This help was especially appreciated as most of the Panamanians we had met had so far could speak about as much English as I could Spanish.
Tuesday arrived with a 9 o’clock meeting at the lawyer’s office. I had done as much research as I could before but, as usual, most of the issues do not materialise out until you meet face to face. One by one our long list of residency options were whittled down to a solitary choice – we both had to invest individually $300,000 to stay in Panama which was slightly more than the $302,000 joint option we had discussed via email for the last 4 months!
Anyway, we now knew the situation and had to set to work deciding if this was the place for us or another long winter in Bulgaria beckoned.
We had been working with Esteban, a real estate agent not the Columbian drug baron, for several months trying to locate suitable locations to live in. We knew that we wanted to be in the centre but nothing could prepare us for the traffic problems in Panama so it was not really a difficult decision that we wanted to be in the real centre. The place we selected was called Los Congrejos, the crabs!, which is a mini mixture of Soho in Manhattan and Covent Garden in London, full of trendy bars and restaurants.
This location created and solved a problem as there were not many apartments that met our criteria (new, luxury and cheap) so that we had viewed them all by the end of the week and decided which one to buy. Many an agent tried to persuade us that other for sale apartments were in east, west, north or east El Cangrejo but if any place was more than five minutes walk from our new favourite bar it was off the list.
We bought two apartments, one to rent out and one to live in, directly off a builder for a total of $250,000 which nearly solved one residency requirement (a Certificate of Deposit for $50,000 would top it up to the $300,000). Buying off the builder did not endear us to the estate agents but one has to look after ones best interests.
Now, after a weekend of drinking and visiting more top restaurants, the search was on for the other investment. Esteban had mentioned that he had nearly bought a shop fronted office but couldn’t get the finance together, so I figured if a realtor wanted to buy this place it was probably worth a visit. The office was bang right in the centre of the famous banking area called Obarrio. It was the right price at $300,000 and there was a shortage of available quality places to rent – so that was the end of residency requirement number two.
You may think that this was all a bit impetuous but we had a lot to achieve in a month!
Now that we had decided to stay, our lawyers said that the next thing to do is to register our passports as the start of our residency application process – and what an experience that was.
We were taken to the immigration office at eight in the morning to meet the girl who had been there a six in order to get us a good early ‘number’ for the queuing system. We got numbers 39 and 40 and at 8:30 it was announced that if you didn’t have a number by then please come back the next day.
The immigration office was in stark contrast to the shiny skyscrapers in the city centre. It was an old building designed to handle 50 people at a time but there must have been 500 in there. I don’t know where they all came from but we were the only two non-Spanish speakers in the place. Three hours later we emerged with our little bits of paper which meant that we had only to come back here four more times if we were ever to achieve full residency.
Now it was full speed ahead to complete the transaction by the end of the month before Bistra’s tourist Visa ran out but there was another problem in the way – Christmas. Panamanians enjoy a much more relaxed style of life than us Europeans, which is a good thing, but coming up to Christmas they are only concentrating on one thing – and that was not getting our transactions completed. We were told that there are only three main holiday periods in Panama – November, December and February!
We were ready to complete the property transaction on 26th December, a working day in Panama when no-one wanted to work at all, we managed to get the lawyers and developers together at 14:00 and we signed the paperwork that would allow us to get the utilities connected before our moving in date of 31st December.
But there was still much to do in the intervening five days. We had to buy all the furniture and electrical goods and get them installed. Everyone said ‘forget about that crazy plan’ but with a bit of encouragement our suppliers did the impossible and we moved in at 6 pm on 31st December exhausted but still ready for the big night out to celebrate our achievement.
Panama is a fantastic country and we have now set up our own company – Panama Investment Vacations – to help others make the transition in a more orderly manner!
www.panamainvestmentvacations.com