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...And We're Back!

It was 15 gorgeous days on a beach in Panama. The temperature ranged from the mid to high 30s and the Pacific Ocean was nice and warm, while the cervezas - Balboa and Atlas are two of the nation's popular beers - were cold...and more importantly, free!

The Royal Decameron Beach Resort, Golf, Spa and Casino is one of 2 beach resorts Panama has to offer, located near Rio Hato in Cocle province. It's a bit of a trip to get there: an hour's flight from Ottawa to Toronto, a five hour flight to Panama International Airport and finally a two hour bus ride to the resort. But the end result is well worth the trip! And I'll share some of it with you over the next couple of days.

Meanwhile, here's a few pics from our ride out from the airport to the resort. We overnighted in Toronto and were up at 2:30 to check in for a flight we boarded at 6am.


These buses are part of Panama's public transit system, made up of second-hand school buses from Canada and the United States. None of them are yellow, though. They're all famboyantly painted in bright colours. Our bus, thankfully, was an air-conditioned motor coach! The trip to the resort took us through downtown Panama. Traffic was nuts. I couldn't figure out why there were stop lights at intersections as no one paid any attention to them.Panama is a city of contrasts: huge modern skyscrapers juxtaposed against much cheaper and stark housing such as this buiding. I'll post more pictures from our day trip to Panama in a few days.This was our first view of the canal, as we croosed the Puente de las Americas west of the city. In a couple of days I'll share some pics of our trip down the canal, an amazing trip.This is the view that greeted us as we stepped from the bus, arriving around 4pm, looking through Lobby I (there are 3 lobbies in total, over 800 rooms, 6 swimming pools, 8 restaurants and a partridge in a pear tree!) out to the beach and the Oceano Pacifico.And this was the view that greeted us each morning, from the balcony of our room. Tomorrow: Day I

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