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.
The condo where my friend was staying looked exactly like TV´s serial killer cop “DEXTER,” which is actually set in Miami. The feeling of being in Dexter-land was augmented by the headline I read on a local magazine my friend had lying around: “Bigger guns, no permits needed, Page 10.”
Cruising tips. Companion piece to my post on thevacationgals.com
“A Tell-All Guide to Cruising”
Windsurfing, flamingoes, beautiful beaches, and a turbulent past.