|The view of Casco Antiguo, Panama City, Panama, from the Amador Causeway. At dusk.|
So what am I doing sitting in my room in a Country Inn & Suites in Panama City? (The real one. The one in Panama. Not Florida.)
|Country Inn & Suites in Panama City. It looks just like the Country Inns in Wisconsin!|
|Puente de las Americas: the Bridge Over The Pacific Entrance Into the Panama Canal|
|Same Puente de las Americas: Now with Ships!|
The flight was uneventful. Which, to me, in the modern air of jet transportation is just about "best case scenario." The flight left at 5:00AM. Which meant that I had to be at the airport at 3:00AM. Which meant that it was easier to just stay up all night until boarding time and try to catch some winks of the flight. (Or at least it seemed like a good idea when I committed to it the evening before.) (It got less good as ideas go when the clock got to 1:00AM.) (It seemed like a very very bad idea by about 2:00AM.)
The good thing about flying out of the new Terminal 3 at 3:00AM is: absolutely no security line. I could leisurely take off my shoes and belt without anyone huffing behind me. I didn't even feel nervous about sending my money supply through the X-ray machine.
I slept some. But when morning light broke, the flight crew did something I've never seen a flight crew do early in the morning. They broke out the booze and toddled down the center aisle serving up free cocktails at the breakfast hour. I needed some coffee to prevent a major caffeine headache from brewing and, weirdly enough, they had no coffee. Whiskey? Yes. Rum? De claro. Coffee? Nada.
|Just an old tree I thought looked cool on the grounds of the Country Inn|