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| Title | The Nuntius & Our Community, Vol. 4, No. 12, December 1973 |
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| Date | December 1973 |
| Language | English |
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| Identifier | OCLC: 28912012 |
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| Rights | No Copyright - United States |
| Note | This item was digitized from materials loaned by the Gulf Coast Archive and Museum (GCAM). |
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| Transcript | f CONTINUED FROM PG 5 , literally guests of the Cuna Indians. After this, many called it a night. We went to a casino and some went 'LOOKING' alread; An hour later everyone was tucked in for the night. At seven the next morning, (Sunday)our baggage was put out front for us ready to be taken to the airport. Our tour of P.C. started at 8:30 a.m. We four were about to regale others with our sightseeing when we found ourselves in a section we hadn't seen. Our last stop before flying out was the Panama Canal. Impressive and unchanged since 1913 except for the donkey engines which moves vess- ells through the locks. Arattle bang race through town to the city airport, dodging those hundreds of mini-taxis and their insane drivers and inattentive ped- esftrians is one memory I'D LIKE TO FORGET. The airport has local flights only during daylight hours. No landing lights. If you've ever flown in a 6 - 8 passenger single or twin engine job, you'RE in for a surprise. They are very sturdy, albeit somewhat less corn- sturdy, albeit somewhat less com- CORRECTION LAST 4 lines! sturdy, albeit somewhat less comfortable than a big plane, and at 4000 feet this will bring from your guts courage you never suspected you had...especially in the rains. The airstrip at ailigandi looked like an ant trail from up where we sat. When we were almost down to it, it looked more like a garden path. When we finally landed, it was like a plowed field. God the hankies and smelling salts ...those pilots are like bush pilots flying ANYTHING ANYWHERE! DQDAt the terminal, a 6x9 asbes tos-roofed shed, we were asked for a donation to improve the airstrip. Honey, I was ready to give them everything I had! We finally composed ourselves and lined up for the motor canoe- ride to our island, Islandis, the isla de Ora. With eight of us in that little cayuea (canoe)we got just a 'LITTLE* wet. THE WATERIS VERY CLEAN AND CLEARhere, and not briny.The ride over, took us only 20 minutes. Such simple beauty... We would enjoy this new place for nine days. And we were READY FOR AN EXPERIENCE! □ OdAt this point, let me say tha this is not a trip for the 'ladies' WHO MUST spend hours prepar ing faces, hair, and clothes, before being seen in public. Honey, the hassle is left at home. Whar you didn't bring, you don't have and can't get. Well almost. There is no electricity. None of your gadgets will work. If you can't stand being barefooted,shirtless, and otherwise bare, or rough it some, FORGET ABOUT GOING. This ain't for you! Strictly down to basics. We didn't need the folderol we thought we could not live without. We stepped onto the dock at Islandia to find that most of our luggage was still at the airport in Panama City. Erron, a Colt model, never did get his luggage. It was lost in Miami. Fortunately, there were several then just his size. Since our swimgear wasn't there, I got down to my nylon briefs and jumped in....1 could not stand waiting another minute, the water looked too divine, and it was! CONTINUED ON PG 17 Page 9 |
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