With these festivities, the city gets empty, as everybody rushes to leave, as if there was some kind of epidemic disease.
Well, I didn’t, and I thought I was I was the only one. But early this morning, as I went for a bike ride to the Causeway (at 5:30am), I found I was mistaken. That early, I found already people walking, not many.
By 7am, the place was full with life. Family’s walking their dogs, a crew of at least 16 people, jogging and singing together, two teams of bikers (one had just mountain bikes, and the other just route bikes), plus other un-teamed bikers (like me).
There was a constant strong fresh wind that felt kind of inspiring. It would probably have been a perfect day for a poet to sit on a bench to write something. But I am no poet; instead I took some pictures, trying to capture emotions of the moment.
Amazing, I can't remember the name of this hotel (and I see it every time I go riding my bike).
A palmtree against the wind.
Back to the Future!!!
Smithsonian Tropical Research Institute dock.
More sunrise...
Panama city.
There was this huge worm. (and if you pay attention, you can see my pulse was 60 :-P)
A lonely bench.
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