Reflections on Panama

20140409-211836.jpg Lucy We went through the Panama Canal on a boat. I really liked been on the boat but I still prefer the truck. In El Valle we went to hot springs. Before you went in the pools you put special mud on your face to make you look younger. We also had a party as the Dutchies were going home. I wrapped up a dog biscuit to give Dunya as a present which she ate down in one go. My picture of us on a boat going through the lock, can you see the men holding the strings?

20140409-211917.jpg Alisha After leaving Costa Rica we find ourselves in Panama. After a few weeks we find ourselves facing the Panama Canal. It is like a long river that flows from one ocean to another ocean. A man called Maurice asked us if we would help him take his boat through the Panama Canal as line handlers. When we were going through the locks Lucy and I got to watch a movie as we needed to stay out of the way as all the adults were busy taking care of the boat. We watched a movie about Rudolph and Sofia the first when we went through the first lock. We then watched the Sofia movie again, the Pirates and another one on the second day. In Panama City I also got some new glasses. Here is a picture of a Quetzal like the one we saw.

20140409-212006.jpg Gilly Apart from the trip though the Canal, one of my highlights was our time in the National Parks. We've been to two in the hills: Vocan Baru north of Boquete and Largo Yeguda. Both San Lorenzo and Soberania adjoining the Canal, were far more tropical. Whilst the rest of Panama is mostly deforested with agriculture, those places gave us an opportunity to see the diversity of environments that Panama has. If we'd known that we were going to be delayed by so long, I would have liked to have visited the Caribbean Islands groups of Boca del Tores and San Blas to see more of what Panama has to offer. Although I've loved North and Central America, I'm ready for the next part of the journey in South America.

20140409-212422.jpg Steve We have spent nearly a month in Panama which has been longer than we planned due to the ship that will take the truck to South America been delayed. This has meant we have been hanging around a bit and that has reflected negatively a little on our experience. Also as Panama has been the last of the Central American countries a lot of its sights were similar to things we have seen before. However Panama has one real highlight which is unique and that is the Panama Canal. It was fascinating to see this and the. Even better to travel through it on a catamaran. That was one of the real highlights of the trip so far. When we were going through the locks you could see how big they were and how large the container ships traveling through it are. We have really experienced the Panama Canal, in that we have driven alongside it, driven across it, over a lock and sailed through it. Panama City was also a surprise with its skyscrapers and part of it are very Americanised. This made it a good place to catch up on things. The people of Panama are a mixed lot. We met some really friendly and helpful people, while others were surly and almost rude. Whilst most countries have this, in Panama the difference was more stark as people were one of the two extremes. South America here we come!


Through the Panama Canal

Sometimes on a trip like this there comes your way an unusual opportunity to try something completely different and although it is a outside your normal comfort zone, you know you would kick yourself for ever if you didn't try it. Whilst staying at Shelter Bay Marina near Colon the preceding week our friends John and Betti met a guy looking for line handlers to help him though the Panama Canal, we all promptly volunteered. We had been hugely impressed with what we'd seen of the Canal we'd driven along beside it, visited all the locks and even driven under one of the lock gates. The engineering feat is astounding, especially since it is 100 years old this year. From Panama City we made our way to the Caribbean entry to the Panama Canal by bus and taxi. We reported for duty to Maurice, the Dutch owner of a 45 foot catamaran, he was sailing single-handedly from Europe to Australia. However for the next 24 hours he needed 4 extra people to help him though the 3 sets of locks in the Canal.20140409-172818.jpg20140409-172854.jpg We sailed out to the mouth of the Canal and anchored up while watching the huge tankers and cargo ships glide past. We felt very, very small. 20140409-173150.jpg20140409-173319.jpg20140409-180259.jpg For the big boats the Canal authorities provide pilots to captain the boats through the Canal but for the smaller vessels an Advisor comes aboard to help guide them through. Our first advisor Ricky was a competent and cheerful chap, it was especially important as Maurice although an experienced sailor, hadn't been through before. As for the rest of us, apart from John we were all complete sailing novices. No matter, they just need people competent enough to hold the ropes taut when in the locks to keep the boat straight and stop it crashing into the lock sides. So first job for us line handlers was to learn to tie a bowline. Let's just say some people needed far, far more practice than the rest of us. 20140409-173513.jpg20140409-173525.jpg We entered the first of three chambers at Gatun lock in the late afternoon. It was very daunting to looking up at the huge high walls as we motored in. Our work began, the port workers expertly threw a small rope with a large "monkey knot" on the end onto the deck from their high vantage point. We'd previously covered all the solar panels with cushions, as this causes one of the most common types of damage during transit. Quickly grabbing it we tied our our thick mooring ropes to their thin rope using the aforementioned bowline, all praying they could remember how to do it properly. We then fed our thick ropes to the port workers who walked along the sides of the lock with it until we were far enough in for them to tie us in. Once they'd done that we had to get all our ropes evenly taut, so the boat wouldn't swing around in the lock as the water rushed in. As the chamber filled we had to let the rope out evenly. It didn't seem particularly complicated but in one of the later chambers we saw two sailing boats who came detached from their moorings and were swinging around wildly almost hitting the sides and the other boats nearby. Seeing this I could see how the boat could get horribly damaged if your line handlers weren't really paying attention. Transiting with us at Gutun was a small cargo ship and a very fancy large yacht. As well as having a full contingent of uniformed crew, they had hugely expensive line handlers from the Canal authority and the ladies on board were wearing evening dresses and sipping champagne for their Canal experience. Hot and sweaty and straining on our ropes, Betti and I were definitely on the wrong boat (although I think we had more fun!) 20140409-173617.jpg20140409-173639.jpg The towering lock gates slowly sealed shut behind us and the water started to boil and bubble underneath us as it entered the chamber. We slowly and relatively smoothly rose up, as we let out the rope. Once we'd risen nearly 9 metres, the front gates opened. We were detached from the moorings and we motored through to the next chamber holding our end of the ropes, while a lock worker walked along with the other end. We went through the third chamber as it just got dark. We tied up to a little flotilla of yachts, away for the shipping lane for the night. It was quiet, with just the sounds of the howler monkeys from the nearby jungle and the voices from other boats that night. 20140409-174925.jpg20140409-174858.jpg20140409-174910.jpg20140409-174849.jpg Initially we thought we weren't sure if we'd be able to do the line handling because of the girls. We knew Steve and I would have to be 100% focused during the locks and of course their safety, especially as they are not used to sailing, was paramount. I felt reassured though as Maurice's boat was very stable and safe and we also have life jackets for the girls which we made them wear on board. Just to be on the really safe side, we put a movie on for them during our passage though the locks. Square-eyes that they are, we knew they wouldn't be tempted to move from the inside. Everyone was happy. 20140409-175543.jpg20140409-175550.jpg Up early, after a hot airless night with the four of us squeezed in a very small bed, we were surprised that several more boats had joined us during the night. 20140409-175819.jpg20140409-175758.jpg20140409-175808.jpg Our next advisor, Jose, came out to us early and we motored for several hours through Gatun Lake. Maurice let Steve take the wheel for much of the way as Jose directed him passed monster ships. We felt rather minuscule but not as microscopic as the kayakers crossing the shipping lanes in front of the immense hulls. 20140409-180129.jpg20140409-180154.jpg By lunchtime, we could see the passage of boats from the Pacific side slowing. As parts of the Canal are very narrow for the big ships the locks change direction at lunchtime to stop bottlenecks. Soon enough it was our turn at the single chambered Pedro Miguel lock. We now had to drop down 26m to the height of the Pacific Ocean in three stages. By the time we got to Mireflores Lock where the viewing platform was packed with tourists we thought we'd got it down pat and were waving at their webcam. That's when we saw two other boats break free from their ropes and swing around wildly, so we kept up the concentration. We exited the last chamber without a scratch , breathed a sigh of relief and opened a bottle of bubbly from Maurice. Our trucks were parked up near Balboa Yacht Club just at the entrance of the Canal, so Maurice swiftly veered left away from the shipping route to fuel up for his solo trip across the Pacific and to drop us off.






20140409-212014.jpg We trooped into the Yacht Club bar hot, sweaty and tired but having had a fantastic experience that we hadn't ever expected. Even better there was a bouncy castle for the girls to let off steam after being cooped up for 24hours, while we enjoyed a few beers. We spent the next few days in a hotel just where we were dropped off in Panama City. Whilst Steve had to sort paperwork and getting the truck into port we were a bit cooped up in the hotel, although we did enjoy the pool. First Steve had to go to the police inspectorate to get permission to export the truck. He set off one morning in a convoy of 7 overlanders to a derelict parking lot in a pretty dodgy part of town. Here, after waiting an hour an inspector came to look at the truck. After all of a minutes inspection, where he checked the VIN number Steve was good to go. However the paper giving the permission would only be issued in the afternoon, so rather than hanging around he came back to the hotel. The merry bunch of overlanders then got a taxi back to an office over the road from the derelict car park. Here things worked pretty efficiently and within a couple of hours he was back with the paper granting permission to export the truck. Two days later the convoy of overlanding vehicles headed out to the port at Colon to go on the 36 hour journey to Colombia. It took a whole day to process all the paperwork and travel to and from Colon but it all went pretty smoothly. First we had to go to customs to have our vehicle stamp cancelled in the passport. Then we went to an office to get some papers and to pay our port entry fees. We then went into the port where the vehicles were inspected, including by the sniffer dogs. All the vehicles lined up ready at the port 20140409-181326.jpg South America, here we come!!

Kicking our Heels in Panama City

After our time on the Caribbean Coast near Colon, we headed just 80km South East to Panama City. The sight of the massive skyscrapers was a bit of a shock after what we have experienced in the last 6 months. We've been in a few big cities since the US but nothing like this.

20140404-204827.jpg The North and South American continents are physically connected but between them the Darien Gap is an impenetrable jungle. Coupled with problems with FARC insurgents in the past and the ongoing problems with drug smugglers. Neither the Colombians or the Panamanians have built a road between their countries. Even the famed "Pan-American" highway isn't truly across all of the Americas, so we have to ship the truck between the counties. The ship goes every three weeks or so and takes about 36 hours. However with the paperwork and loading and unloading, it takes considerable longer. The ship doesn't take passengers, so once we've loaded the truck we have to take a short one hour flight to Cartagena in Columbia. Unfortunately our ship is running late by at least a week. In preparation for shipping we'd booked a hotel, so even though we still had the truck, we checked in. Actually it was quite a good idea as the jobs that come with growing children had been building up during our time on the road. So it was off to the dentist, opticians, shoe and clothes shops etc. The city is a good place to do these as it has American style shopping malls and plenty of facilities, the dentist was just over the road from the hotel. Panama City doesn't have a whole load of attractions to make it popular with visitors, apart from the Canal just outside, so once we'd done our jobs we were at a bit of a loss at what to do. We did have a look around the scenic old area of Casco Viejo. This was the site of the original town before the the Canal was built. It had many grand colonial buildings at that time but as the city expanded the affluent residents moved out to the suburbs and Casco Viejo turned into an urban slum. In 2003 it was named a UNESCO world heritage site and now the area is slowly regenerating. It is a strange mix though, with the President's residence overlooking the bay and quite a few smart apartment blocks and restaurants sandwiched next to almost dilapidated blocks which look like nothing has been done since the original inhabitants moved out. In the small network of streets both the tarted up buildings and the ones that looked almost derelict were in beautiful old colonial buildings with balconies with ornate wrought iron railings which gave the place a sense of nostalgic romance.








20140404-205135.jpg It is quite a small area though with a significant amount of tourists but venturing just a street further on in any direction and you were back in urban slums with tenement blocks that looked like they had been built in the 1960's. We have been staying in El Dorado, in China Town, which has a completely different feel. So we can see that Panama City is certainly a diverse place. The delay is starting to drag on us a little, never mind we've got something exciting planned for the weekend....