I finally arrived into Panama City later that expected on Monday night. I spent Tuesday driving myself to the Miraflores Locks and other parts of the city. I must say that my visit was not a happy one. By about 10 a.m. the pain started. It would seem that I had caught some sort of flu. First the shivers (even while outside in 80% humidity and 90 degree temps), and then the aches, followed by stomach cramps. Thank God there was no vomiting or diarrhea, but the smell of food did make me nauseous. I fought my way through the rest of the day and went to the old town and took a few worthless photos (I’m sure). I did finally manage to find some tylenol which seemed to help break the fever. So I must say that my impression of Panama was very much colored by my poor health.

I did manage to get myself back home yesterday (2 flights) and all I can say is that there really is nothing worse than flying when sick and nothing better than the comforts of your own pillow and bed. Things are not great today but they are looking up.