Captian Ron hard at work on watch. This image shows part of the boat's interior of the pilot house. The book Ron is reading is called "Be Cool." The book he is using as a drinks coaster is John Rein's "Florida to California via the Panama Canal." No respect. :-)

The Colon Panama Yacht Club. Or at least this is where the dinghy dock is located. The club is 60 meters or so to the left.

The motor vessel Coosmucky. These Indian folks were our lock-mates in the Gatun Lock. They were lots of fun (cheered us every time someone looked their way). Five captains on board; no crew.

Flying dolphin. We saw, litterally, several thousand dolphins. Twice we were surrounded by so many that they covered the sea all around us as far as we could see.

It was not easy photographing the dolphins leaping around the boat. They are very quick, and there is no telling where they will pop up. This photograph was taken by aiming the camera at one spot in the ocean and waiting for a dolphin to jump.

There are many Frigate birds in Central America and the southern part of Mexico. They often told us where to go to fish. We found a hump-backed gray whale under a cloud of frigate birds.

Now and then we would pick up hitch-hikers 60 miles off shore. They only hang around as long as the boat is heading in the direction they wish to go. Johann chased these two away because they fouled his boat. I gave them some crackers to eat and Stuart said "Yah should have put a hook in them." His brand of humor.

ShyDavid at the Colon Yacht Club (Caribbean side of the Panama Canal). This is a good place to get a cold drink while waiting for the PCC to arrange transit time. This is also where one goes to pick up line handlers if one does not have four aboard. My face was badly sunburned, and both ears were infected. Colon has several pharmacies around, so I bought some potions to kill the tiny bastards in my ears. Ampicilin and Otosporin (vet grade) took care of the problem.

It is amazing how 400 gallons of fuel can fit into a 300 gallon tank, when buying the fuel in Mexico. This may or may not be true of Gordo's: I'm just mentioning a miracle that seems to occur so often in Mexico. Gordo's is at Turtle Bay. The red device on the pier's end is the pump: it presumably has a meter on it.