Tuesday Afternoon 2:00 pm. Off the island – sitting dockside
at Lilly’s in Isla Colon, live guitar music drifting in from another restaurant,
a big virgin margarita. The other have wandered off to explore town. I don’t need
to, I’ve seen enough of these places. A real Key West feel with a little latin flavor - drifters, surfers, expats, the usual mix at end-of-the-line places like this. I
am content to sit here, reflect and write. It’s also nice to be by myself for a
bit. I have been with these guys for the past 9 days continuously and I am not
used to such intense communality. Next step is to get to the airport for a 4:45
flight down to Panama City. The group flies out tomorrow morning at 7 am but I
have scheduled an extra day there to see the canal and the Bridge of the
Americas. The other big thing on my agenda is to find a laundromat and do my
wash. For one week I wore two pair of shorts (one work, one “dress white” for
dinner), three shirts, and one pair of socks. The socks have stayed on Isla
Popa. I have contemplated going for a spin in the machine myself. We are all
looking forward to hot showers and fresh clothes once we get to Panama City. I
have loaded all the photos from camera to computer and am going to start
getting a few up here.
The Work Site after with Ramon and Kyle and New Tanks in Background
More to Folloe
Blue and green very nice. Gray and white and brown here.
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