Day 102 - Colon is where the thumb must be to get itself on a vessel over to Columbia.
Dutch and Italian money built this place up in 1890, sitting on the eastern entrance of the Panama Canal. What were once grand strips of regal, majestic buildings...now stand dilapidated. The money's obviously shifted west to Panama City. Colon however has evolved into a much richer place, the old has been replaced by a thriving working community, rough round the edges...but the beauty of these buildings with greenery bursting out of every seam, burgeoning with a mix of peep from everywhere, spilling out onto the streets, the walkways...everywhere is alive with folk...folk who keep there doors wide open. It reminds me of how amazing Brooklyn appeared to me being 20 years ago. A bygone era still lives and breathes here...it feels like I've stumbled across a gem, local peep keep warning us of its dangers, we are the only white folk in town...I don't feel threatened at all. If danger is lurking in the shadows then I'm not looking out for it...!
Booked into the first hotel we saw to be up early for the morning raid on the ports, there has to be a vessel out there ready to take us to Columbia!
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