March 6

Playa Uvertio , Las Tablas Los Santos , Panama

On the way to Pedasí, we camped at Playa Uverita (N07°46.548' W080°10.947') for the night. We headed to the Los Santos region in search of Marty's friend Joseph (above), whom he had met on a surf trip four years prior. Joseph is a French chef who fled France, supposedly from the Mafia, ran the Panamá Hotel restaurant for 20 years and opened a small restaurant in Pedasí, Panamá. I had heard, on many occasions, of the "suculenté" cuisine Joseph made in his underwear for Marty and his good brother, Jim, on their trip to Panamá. So I was really looking forward to meeting Joseph and tasting his food. When we got to Pedasí Marty asked at a store where we could find Joseph, and they directed us to his house a half of a block up the street. Marty knocked on Joseph's door, walked in and reintroduced himself and asked where was his restaurant. Although he had closed the restaurant a year prior, he was willing to make us dinner with whatever he had in his refrigerator. We returned that evening and Joseph served us in his living room, or actually, what used to be the restaurant. At over 70 years old, when Marty asked if we could come back if we ever returned to Panama, he said "NO", in a strong French accent.

 
 

March 8

Parque National de Soberania Panama

The Panama Canal is animpressive site. Three sets of locks raise and lower ships 26 meters above sea level between the Pacific and the Atlantic oceans through one of the largest man made lakes in the world. We also learned from locals that 22,000 people lost their lives building the canal, although the tourist brochure fails to note this fact. The picture above (middle) is a view of Lake Gatun from the Gamboa observation tower. It is free if you climb up the back way in the Gamboa neighborhood (trail head = N09°07.218' W079°41.75').

After our visit to the canal, we found the pipeline road, that was built during World War II to maintain an oil pipeline. Although the road was gated, we were lucky enough to stumble upon someone from the Smithsonian looking for butterflies who had a gate key. We drove as far as we could, as there was an unpassable bridge.

 
 
 
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