Our Panamanian Visit…

I learned some valu­able lessons on a recent Central American Nation of Panama trip.
Iguanas ran about like they owned the place. Panama city is a mod­ern bustling metrop­o­lis like any west­ern city. The peo­ple are warm and wel­com­ing. Whatever you do, nev­er cut down a tree with­out first receiv­ing per­mis­sion. Not every issue requires armed police to sort through prob­lems, among others.

If you are scared of these guys, maybe Panama is not for you.

My first les­son began before our Copa Airline flight lift­ed from the tar­mac at JFK inter­na­tion­al air­port. Immediately across from my row 22 seat, two women pas­sen­gers got into a heat­ed exchange about what I had no idea; they were speak­ing rapid­ly in Spanish. A teenage boy occu­pied the win­dow seat.
I could pick up a few words from the back and forth of the rapid exchange and pieced togeth­er the remain­der to form my own con­clu­sion there­after. The woman in the aisle seat clos­est to my seat, also an aisle seat, was a lit­tle on the large side; the oth­er lady with whom she beefed was squished between her and the teenage boy on the large side seat­ed in the win­dow seat.

Welcome to Panama City


The tiny woman in the mid­dle was small in stature only, she was not about to cow­er in fear from the big girl, and she let her know about it. I sur­mised then that her dis­com­fi­ture was from the hefty isle lady’s inces­sant move­ment, as she had bumped me a cou­ple of times with­out even an acknowl­edg­ment from her that she had bumped into someone.
Regarding her bump­ing me, I thought it was par for the course when you flew coach class and did not get a win­dow seat. I was a tiny bit unhap­py, but I was good.

An image shot from a mov­ing car, a bit of down­town Panama City’s waterfront…

There was no esca­la­tion, and no heav­i­ly armed police called on board the flight. There was no puni­tive action tak­en against either woman.

A mov­ing shot at some of the mag­nif­i­cent build­ings that adorn down­town Panama City 

Unfortunately, the dis­agree­ment got so heat­ed that it caught the flight atten­dants’ atten­tion. I thought both women would be removed by armed police from the flight and whis­pered my thoughts to my wife.
The two atten­dants calm­ly asked the big girl to move to anoth­er seat which she did oblig­ing­ly, then they duti­ful­ly brought water to both ladies and calm­ly talked them down, and every­thing became calm.
The atten­dants spoke flu­ent Spanish, so I assumed they were Panamanian citizens.
There was no esca­la­tion, and no heav­i­ly armed police called on board the flight. There was no puni­tive action tak­en against either woman; a small con­tain­er of water for them both and two calm pro­fes­sion­als were all it took to restore calm.

Historic images inside the build­ing lead up to the Panama Canal view­ing deck.

Historic images inside the build­ing lead­ing up to the view­ing deck at the Panama Canal.

Historic images inside the build­ing lead­ing up to the view­ing deck at the Panama Canal.

Historic images inside the build­ing lead up to the Panama Canal view­ing deck.

Historic images inside the build­ing lead up to the Panama Canal view­ing deck. 

From the obser­va­tion deck is a Birdseye view of one canal lane.

We were just in time to catch this big fel­low pass­ing through.

Progress was slow but sure.

The lanes are sur­pris­ing­ly nar­row. Despite that giant leap for­ward in 2016, the world’s largest con­tain­er ships — which can car­ry 18,000 ship­ping con­tain­ers – can’t pass through the Panama Canal.

Based on the suc­cess of these tran­sits and oth­ers involv­ing sim­i­lar­ly-sized ships, the Panama Canal Authority (PCA) in May 2021 for­mal­ly increased the max­i­mum length and beam for ships pass­ing through the water­way to 1,215 feet long 168.14 feet wide. The pre­vi­ous max­i­mums were 1,205 feet and 161 feet, respectively.

Surprisingly nar­row lanes, but the canal saves ship­pers a lot of time.

The canal is the main source of trade by con­nect­ing the Pacific Ocean with the Atlantic Ocean; this is a short and cheap tran­sit route for ships in charge of trans­port­ing goods. In addi­tion, it is con­sid­ered an impor­tant rea­son for the amount of traf­fic it has, which increas­es dai­ly, such as the trans­port of oil, food, and indus­tri­al ele­ments, among oth­ers that are of great impor­tance for the world’s mar­itime trade. ( Source; Wyzant​.com).

Part of the mod­ern infra­struc­ture of the Panama Canal complex.

The obser­va­tion deck

Panama city is a mod­ern bustling metrop­o­lis like any west­ern city, but there are also strict rules we were told by our guide, that took us on tour to a vil­lage of one of Panama’s indige­nous tribes, which still live as they have for hun­dreds of years.

We got to the tribe by boat.
For exam­ple, we learned that the unau­tho­rized cut­ting of trees could get one land­ed in prison for up to four years.
Panama depends heav­i­ly on its annu­al rain­fall; there­fore, the trees, forests, and jun­gles are crit­i­cal to its survival.

This tribe main­ly lives on the land as they have for hun­dreds of years.

According to the FAO (2015), of Panama’s 7.4 mil­lion hectares (ha) of land area, 4.6 mil­lion ha are cov­ered with forests1,2 (about 62%).3 Panama’s pri­ma­ry4 and sec­ondary forests are among the bio­log­i­cal­ly rich­est trop­i­cal forests world­wide due to the country’s topo­graph­ic and cli­mat­ic diversity. 

A clos­er look at one of the homes

These forests form part of the Mesoamerican Biological Corridor and are par­tic­u­lar­ly impor­tant for migrat­ing bird species between North and South America5. Panama’s Darien region, which bor­ders Colombia, con­tains over 41% of the country’s mature nat­ur­al forests6. This area is not only one of the most bio­log­i­cal­ly diverse regions on Earth but also home to sev­er­al indige­nous groups7. Most of Panama’s tim­ber pro­duc­tion orig­i­nates east of Panama City in the Darien region.8 https://​forestle​gal​i​ty​.org/​r​i​s​k​-​t​o​o​l​/​c​o​u​n​t​r​y​/​p​a​n​ama.

We met and talked to a few women and chil­dren; the men were nowhere to be seen

Jay, our guide, was lib­er­al with his time; I thank him for answer­ing all of our questions.

Some native women had a decent day ped­dling their wares.
Shoppers look­ing for treasures

We were treat­ed to a dance by the women and chil­dren before we left the vil­lage. We said good­bye to the indige­nous peo­ple and their vil­lage and ulti­mate­ly to Panama. Still, one thing is cer­tain, giv­en the oppor­tu­ni­ty, we will be back in that lush green country.
We are grate­ful to Jay, our tour guide, and the Panamanian peo­ple who treat­ed us kind­ly; we are indebt­ed to you for your graciousness.

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Mike Beckles is a for­mer Police Detective, busi­ness­man, free­lance writer, black achiev­er hon­oree, and cre­ator of the blog mike​beck​les​.com.