Bridge in the morning, bridge in the afternoon, thank
goodness no bridge in the evening. Just
a normal day at sea, which blog wise, is about as boring as one can get. I can’t make it interesting, hummm, unless I
make up a good story (which I have been known to do).
Today was our transit from the Atlantic Ocean to
the Pacific Ocean via the Panama Canal. This
is our third time doing it and I can honestly say it was a yawner. Our transit commenced around 5:30am, and I
know this because the bow thrusters came alive and so did I. Sleep was futile. The transit through the canal and locks was
pretty darn quick as we came out on the Pacific side around 4:30pm. We had lunch off the stern with Stan and
Linda while we entered and exited the Miraflores lock.
The weather, for Panama, was very good; the
temperature and humidity were way down making our time outside on deck very
enjoyable. We then anchored off Fuerte
Armador until about midnight, when we had to move to bunker to fill up the
tanks for our 10 straight sea days before we arrive in French Polynesia.
We had dinner outside on the pool deck at the Grill, and had
a good time with Marilyn and Trudie. This
very interesting mother/daughter duo made me look forward to the day when I can
sail with my daughters. They do seem to
enjoy each other’s company. The lights
from Panama City were quite beautiful and offered a dramatic background while
at anchor. We were then entertained by
Panamanian dancers, adorned in traditional costumes, and afterward, the band
played some good old rock-n-roll music.
We even cut up on the dance floor.
Knowing that we were going on an excursion at 8:30 in the morning, we
decided to go to bed. That was easier
said than done for me because the bow thruster, which makes a high-pitched
whiney sound, came on for our move to bunker (take on fuel) around 12:30am.
We need a girls cruise!
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