Category Archives: Panama

Marathon runners will talk about ‘hitting the wall’ after they’ve burned through their glycogen reserves. Me, I am walking into real ones. After several 4 am wake up calls and 17-hour days, my body is in a perpetual state of … Continue reading →

I spot a carcass floating in the water. It’s large and pale and clearly visible even from a distance. A closer look reveals that it’s a crocodile, probably shredded by the propellers of a mammoth oil tanker. 5 am and we’re … Continue reading →

Authenticity has a smell. And Isla Colon smells like a real place. I can’t put a finger on it but it’s a smell you don’t find on the streets of gated communities in Scottsdale or Fort Lauderdale. It’s the smell of … Continue reading →

“Turn the world over on its side and everything loose will land in Los Angeles.” Frank Lloyd Wright probably meant Panama City. This city has a lot in common with Amsterdam, Rio, Zanzibar and Havana. Places where the medley of human … Continue reading →