A few years back, I crossed the Panama canal a couple of times on a cruise ship.
Oddly enough, my most vivid memory of the canal is of a gay Philipino boy named Joy who was withening my teeth at the spa in front of the window, during the crossing. I did actually write a poem about Joy, the canal and its history and my teeth, but I will publish that later. For now, I leave you with the pictures.
