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Ambiente Panama

June 14th, 2008 · 4 Comments

Mind numbing heat, torrents of torrential rain preceded by sky-splitting white bolts of lightning visible by day, altitude pelican cluster bombers circle menacingly above like swarms of flies, and our tub marinating slowly in the scud bucket harbour water in which bored boat boys fish by night for Tarpon, their eyes glittering in the night.

By the highway mangoes drop uneaten by the thousand, labourers hide from the sun under bridge overpasses, trannies man the corners, old American school-buses lumber past filled with dark faces and painted in bright colours with interwoven airbrush murals of women and fantasy scenes, us boys flying by in our taxi transport. By night the workers go home and the clubbers come out, the streets lined with painted beauties and eager young men.

Outside the city it morphs seamlessly into dense green jungle filled with snakes and bugs. Off the coast old pirate island haunts decay into tourist attractions and holiday homes for the rich, and logs flushed from the rivers lurk semi submerged to ram the unwary sailor. The tides whoosh up and down up to eighteen feet causing the Gulf of Panama to swirl and eddy like a river, fish congregating around the current divisions to feast of the blended detritus of jungles and civilization. Innumerable sea washed plastic bottles cover the high tide line on otherwise pristine and uninhabited island paradise beaches.

Through it all swish four white horsemen on a worthy steed, mastering the fickle winds to navigate the coasts. They are stocked, trained, equipped, amped, half baked, and fully committed, ready to milk the best of whatever experiences the wide world can throw at them. This may not be the beginning, but surely it is a landmark step in a bold move to not only complete an exploration of the largest and remotest ocean the planet has to offer, but to make such a enjoyment of it as to offer worship at the altar of life.


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4 responses so far ↓

  • 1 charles Logue // Jun 14, 2008 at 11:55 pm

    Hey, send us some raodside mangos. Cannot buy a decent one anywhere this spring. For some reason they ripen badly and posses no flavor. Candy and I observed extreme tidal swings two summers ago in Alaska, and were stunned by the volume of water that moved so quickly. We observed hundreds of boats left high and dry and then refloated a few hours later. Looks like a solid south swell is heading your way for all of this coming week. Even the Ranch may recieve a share. Wax up and laugh in a barrel for me. Charles

  • 2 Kahlil // Jun 15, 2008 at 9:37 pm

    Will do for sure Charles. We haven’t surfed since Bocas del Toro and needless to say we are all very excited to score our first paific waves of the trip. We will be laughing.
    Coming from Nelson, NZ I am accustomed to 16ft tides, so rather than an anomaly it feels a little bit like home.

  • 3 Henriette // Jun 18, 2008 at 7:10 pm

    Enjoy reading your entries tremendously. Keep them coming. Suggest you put your name at the beginning instead of at the end of your entry. It is nice to know who is talking before you start to read.

    Photos are amazing. I hope the big Pacific treats you kindly.

    Kia Ora

  • 4 Theo // Aug 5, 2008 at 12:37 am

    Hey Kyber:

    Saw your Dad and brother at the Ranch this week. We’ve been enjoying some 1/4 scale Galapagos South swells!

    Looks like your trip is a blast. Great photos and thoughtful words.

    Keep on keepin’ on and enjoy the ride as long as you can.

    Looking forward to seeing you back in the Port of SB!


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