Ahh.... Here are La Gente! This is a much more
modern area
On to the Panama Canal Museum
At this point there are no more photos since I had to change my focus. As is the way my life typically works, We stopped at a mall. Several people were disappointed, and
wanted to return to the ship. I on the other hand saw it as an opportunity to get some much needed supplies.
The mall was several blocks square, and the tour operator warned everyone to memorize which animal sculptures were
at the intersections to find your way back. I entered through a store something like Macy's called Collins.
I quickly made my purchases and had plenty of time, so I decided to cheer up the unhappy passengers
with some Balboa beers. I returned to the store that I had entered through where the bus was parked.
Security grabbed me and we had an immediate failure to communicate. Help was there in an instant.
Uhh... for HIM not me. They made me go to the entrance of the store where the head of security was.
SEŅOR! You cannot bring that bag through this store. "What? My tour bus is just outside your door over there."
You must leave that bag here if you want to go through here. We have trouble with shoplifting and you did not buy that here.
"But my bus will be leaving soon, you can follow me to the door." NO SEŅOR! You must leave that here."
CRAP! All right then how in the hell do I get out of this place?" He pointed back the way
I came and said turn right and there is a door. You can go out that way.
OK, path of least resistance........ I figured it was just around the corner, so how bad could it be? Problem is that in Ralph's world,
it's never easy. There was an expansion project going on, and I couldn't get through
the construction site that was a couple blocks around. By the time I got back to the parking lot, naturally the bus was GONE!
OK don't be a dinosaur! Remain calm and just adapt. Remember New York? Take a deep breath, and don't think about the glee in Capt. Casey's eyes when he gets to leave a passenger behind!
Just Gotta try to figure out where the ship is moored at and find a taxi that can locate it right?
Usted Habla Ingles? Uhhhh Usted???? USTED?
Ok......... Time for the High school Spanish. Hmmm............ Let's see....
Ayudarme... help me.
Busco....
Searching for.
Puerta ... port.
nave....ship
con.... with.
quatro..... four.
Uh-OH mastos I guess.
Hey they're Taxi drivers and probably used to dumb Americans........ Or not. 20 minutes of misunderstanding each other,drawing pictures,
and him asking 3 different people if THEY could speak English before we began to move in the right direction.
I began to see things the tourguide had pointed out that morning.
"Que bueno! Conoce" I would point and say as I saw familiar things. Course that means "How good! It knows"
The word that seemed to work was "cruiseship". This got us surprisingly close, but not home. At this point I'm kicking myself for
not having paid more attention to my departure point like I normally do. Hey why worry?
I'm traveling with a hundred people instead of being on my own this time. What the hell can happen? Now I know!
Well he brings me up to a Celebrity or Carnival compound, and I tell him no!
Busco un POQUITO barco.... I'm looking for a SMALL boat. Con quatro mastos (damnit what word could that be?).
He flips a U-turn and pulls up in front of 2 guys. They came over, and I went back through my totally LAME
Spanish description of where I was trying to get to. After I finished, he calmly said " I speak English. Where are you trying to go?