Thursday, October 25, 2012
Yesterday was spent on the road, the Pan American Hwy to be specific after a rushed and somewhat frantic tour of the vertical labyrinth that is Panama City.
I have visited many cities in my travels and none top the shear height of this place. Flanked by ocean, mountains, the canal and mudflats, there’s nowhere to go but toward the clouds. The city looks as though it might teeter into the sea.
The Miraflores Locks from the Bridge of the Americas, while speeding along on the Bus in seats 46 and 47.
Our hosts, Cora and David met us at the bus. They had secured these beautiful chicken tamales for our dinner. A bottle of Argentinian wine and we were transported to heaven.
Posted by Trixie McWasser at 6:29 AM