Shake It, Shake It, Shake It!

I suppose it is an automatic response, a coping mechanism, or just good ol' human nature, but I cannot stop comparing Panama with Sweden. And nowhere is the contrast more stark than in the gym (I wouldn't be surprised if the bureaucrats went to sister schools). Where in Sweden you have hard-working, serious, dedicated trainers who make sure you get the most out of yourself without feeling pressured; who use their strap-on microphones to educate you on the exact effect of this or that exercise, and who keep their lofty presence on a stage away from the sweating masses (while managing to look pristine), the Panamanian trainer will be right in there with you, shaking his hips to music loud enough to blow you ear drum and shamelessly flirting with each and every female. I guess both sides have their advantages and disadvantages, but honestly, do the Panamanian girls really have to wear push-ups to work out?