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Time and the hour, going thru the same thing again, in your actual Panama City, right by your actual Canal...and trying to take the mind back to where the little note book says I last blogged...scrambled notes from odd opportunities along the road, when passions were high, death just a shot away, all the senses attuned to the present, head full of ideas, heart full of fear, love, scent of roses..whatever...now trying to interpret not only the writing but the sense also...<br />So, out of Domenical and just drifting without any rush, south towards the end of Costa Rico...dense, green impenetrable jungle to the left, towering giants, draped in lianas and creepers, brilliant flowers, masses of insects, butterflies, birds and sure as sure, deep inside, the animals whose calls indicate many, very sharp teeth...on the right side the rugged coastline occasionally glimpsed thru the palms...some BIG developments going on here as well, extensive properties, the gated estates, the mega private properties...same old, same old...

Which Canal?

Bill Shum
2006-03-24 22:01:42

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Time and the hour, going thru the same thing again, in your actual Panama City, right by your actual Canal...and trying to take the mind back to where the little note book says I last blogged...scrambled notes from odd opportunities along the road, when passions were high, death just a shot away, all the senses attuned to the present, head full of ideas, heart full of fear, love, scent of roses..whatever...now trying to interpret not only the writing but the sense also...
So, out of Domenical and just drifting without any rush, south towards the end of Costa Rico...dense, green impenetrable jungle to the left, towering giants, draped in lianas and creepers, brilliant flowers, masses of insects, butterflies, birds and sure as sure, deep inside, the animals whose calls indicate many, very sharp teeth...on the right side the rugged coastline occasionally glimpsed thru the palms...some BIG developments going on here as well, extensive properties, the gated estates, the mega private properties...same old, same old...
We turn off to find Pavones, another famous surf spot and the road soon deteriorates from bitumen to potholes to dirt to really rough dirt with mud....then the rain comes...we continue, warily, then come to the wide brown river, with the narrow brown ferry, with the overloaded little meat truck stuck trying to get up the dodgey ramps...we assist with the push and eventually the truck gets on and the ferry goes off!....we wait, after half an hour it has crossed, gotten the truck off and returned...its all of 50 metres across!...The ferry comprises a couple of pontoons with a floor, a massive old, smoky diesel on one side drives the prop, the ferry runs on 2 overhead cables, one on each side, attached to the ferry by 4 cables with pulleys that grab, slip, slide as she goes across. We carefully/nervously ride down the embankment and up the narrow ramps to get on board, even hairier on the other side, plunging thru puddles and up the bank...and ...