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The Canal

When we returned from the San Blas after several days of visiting, it was time for our trip through the Panama Canal. We arrived in the harbor at Colon in late morning, expecting to start our journey immediately. Didn't work that way. We sat at anchor for most of the day, waiting for the Canal's computer to assign us a trip, and watching ships go up and down the Gatun locks.

A very sketchy explanation of the architecture of the Canal follows. Skip it if it's not your bag. In building the Canal there were two major problems; The Continental Divide was in the way, and the water wasn't deep enough. In excavating through the highest part of the Isthmus, the engineers used much of the soil to dam up the Chagres River. This solved the difficulty, but it left the resulting lakes some 87 feet above sea level. So locks were needed at both ends of the Canal to raise and lower ships to the lake level.

At the Gatun locks there are three consecutive chambers, 1000 feet long and 110 feet wide. These dimensions define the maximum-sized ship that can transit the Canal. (Called a PANAMAX). The deepest draft is determined by the amount of water currently in Gatun Lake. (About 37 feet) We were admitted into the lock along with a refrigerator ship named the Vermont Universal, on its way to Ecuador for a load of bananas. Because our combined length did not exceed the length of a lock, we were doubled up with this larger ship.

It was dark by the time we reached the locks, but it made no difference since they are brilliantly lit and we were able to see every detail. I had since school days been seeing pictures of the locomotives (called mules) that accompany a ship through the locks, and assumed they towed the big ships. They don't. Their function is to keep the ships centered, so they can't damage the walls or the giant doors of the locks.

Before you enter the locks your ship is boarded by line handlers carrying heaving lines. In order to connect to the "mules" two men in a small boat row out, catch the heaving line and attach it to the cable from the mule. I understand many different high-tech devices have been tried over the years, but they always go back to this antiquated but effective method.

After exiting the three locks we proceeded across Gatun Lake and into the Gaillard Cut, which is where the canal was dug through the Continental Divide. The Cut is still being deepened and widened. As we went by, two giant dredges were operating, one sucking mud from the bottom, the other further on, attacking a rocky place in the Cut. It had huge jaws to lift rocks off the bottom, but apparently had tried to bite off one that it couldn't chew. A giant rock was stuck in the jaws and our Canal Pilot said that they would have to drill holes in the rock and break it up with explosives.

Our crossing happened the night of a complete eclipse of the moon so we had a chance to observe that from the upper deck at the same time. After midnight we were lowered down the Pedro Miguel Lock in one step, and a mile later, down two steps in the Miraflores Locks to the Pacific Ocean.

The Pacific Islands

We spent the rest of the night at anchor near Balboa, then set off to visit the islands of Contadora and Taboga. They are completely different from the Caribbean Islands that we saw. For one thing, they are much higher, with cliffs along the coast. It's a good thing, too, because with Pacific tides that run up to twelve feet they would be awash. Also, rather than being occupied by primitive tribes, they serve as luxurious resorts for the more affluent Panamanians.We were told that the Shah of Iran, after being deposed and exiled came to live on Contadora, also that international meetings, some attended by Jimmy Carter, were held there. They were beautiful, but somehow not very impressive.

We did go on an optional trip into the Darien jungle that turned out to be one of the most memorable features of the cruise. We went about 20 miles up a river in log canoes called "cayucas" These held 20 passengers and were propelled by the ever-present outboards. Ours was a luxury model; it had backs on the board seats. As we went upriver, it got hotter and steamier and we began to see mangrove swamps that appeared to be absolutely impenetrable. Also, we were looking at exotic birds circling and landing on the river.

Eventually we veered off into a backwater and landed on a muddy bank.

There were members of the Choco tribe there to help us slip and slide up the bank. The men wore a strip of bright cloth fore and aft; the women wore short skirts wrapped around their waists. Nothing more. It was so hot that some of our shipmates expressed a desire to dress that way. (That would have been something to see; we were mostly age 60 or more).

We were met by small boys and girls who led us by the hand down an absolutely straight path to the village. (as though we could have gotten lost!). The village consisted of a circle of a dozen grass huts, raised on stilts to keep out such undesirables as snakes and bugs and maybe tourists.

The ladies here don't sew "molas"; they hand-weave small baskets from jungle grasses, colored with natural dyes. When a cayuca trip is due, they gather from outlying settlements, set up rickety tables and display their baskets, weavings and carvings.

After we had fulfilled our function by buying more baskets than we needed it was time to leave. The little boy and girl guides showed up to make sure we got safely back to the cayucas (which we could plainly see). I decided to try out my rudimentary Spanish in a conversation that went thus -
"Chico"
"¿Si?"
"¿Como se llama?"
"Ari"
"Bueno, Ari, gracias"

With that a dollar changed from a big hand to a small one, which earned me a flashing smile, and off he went to find another traveller in need of his jungle expertise.

Conclusion

Well, back to the cayuca, then to the ship and after docking in Balboa, back to Panama City and eventually home. That was the trip of a lifetime. I believe it was much more enjoyable than a super-giant cruise liner would have been, with its "supervised activities" and gambling casinos. Captain Blount was right with his "up close and personal" approach.

Do the Chocos, as well as the Cunas and the Panamanians and even the ACCL line make money from the "turistas"? Sure. That's what tourists are for. Once a person gets into that environment the thought of conserving money goes right out the porthole. And anyhow, if the trip is "once in a lifetime", that means there's the rest of a lifetime to recoup.

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