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Leaving the Party Behind December 8, 2000 - Panama City, Panama   At five AM our alarm went off. We had gone to bed early in spite of the party that was happening in the apartment that evening. To our amazement the stereo was still thumping out the techno-dance beat, so loud the doorframe in our bedroom was vibrating. We took the elevator down the twenty-five flights from the penthouse to the lobby. A cab pulled up to the curb as we headed out the door. Two women arriving to party on the twenty-fifth floor! We recognized them from a previous evening. They greeted us warmly and wished us well on our trip to the islands. We took their cab and headed for the airport. As our plane rose out of Panama City we could see the hi-rise neighborhood we had just left. We could even see the balcony surrounding the two-story penthouse apartment. And it was not a difficult stretch of the imagination to picture the guests and our host still partying as the sun was coming up. A small taste of this lifestyle was quite exciting. A steady diet might be a little too much. My new co-pilot, Lupe, was more than happy to be leaving the party scene for an island adventure. She had joined me a few days earlier from California to spend an extended holiday vacation on the road with me. We were on a small plane crossing the Isthmus of Panama from the pacific coast to the Atlantic. We saw small boats lined-up at the Bridge of the Americas waiting to enter the canal.  Higher up we had a view of both oceans simultaneously. Soon we would be arriving on one of the San Blas Islands, home of the Kuna Indians. PREVIOUS || NEXT Back to Home Tell your friends about this page

 

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