In Panama City, approaching the Pacific. If you enlarge this, you can get a really good look at the double set of gates. They remind me of the flappers on a pinball machine, somehow. Mighty big pinball machine! The whole thing feels like you’re in a movie. But then, travel often does feel that way; as if all the visuals you’ve seen on screens suddenly are 3-D, materialized in front of your eyes. I sure wish I could have touched some of these things, too; they were very foreign yet appealing and beckoning to the sense of touch.