A Little Rain
Ok, I am still here in Boquete. Never made it to Isla Colon yet. the water problems persist here and I have made myself usefull helping out with the daily chore of keeping water in the holding tanks. It has been now 6 days without running water on a resort with 4 cabanans and a house. Today is the first day that I think something might actually get done about it. Maybe.
If you are ever considering relocating down here, do so with the foreknowledge that you cannot rely upon the services. You need to have backups for everything. Everything.
The power goes out just about every night for a little bit, so there is no use setting a clock, and if you are running a computer without a battery backup you will lose whatever you are working on at any time.
The internet connection, although reliable for the last several days, is another example. Intermittent at times, and just missing at other, can make it frustrating if you are trying to trade the markets, and Skype just doesn’t work here at all.
But enough bitching.
The wind has died down and it has been HOT here for the last several days. 30-35 in the daytime. Today gave some of the rain that I saw the last time I was here. Big, dime size drops. 20 seconds outside and you are drenched to the bone. It rained for about an hour and then stopped. It is warm rain and feels good.
There are workers putting together a new section of pipe that they will apparently connect to the main line later today. It will be good to take a shower in water that isn’t out of the pool.
I hear that back home there is another wave of snow on the way, so here is a little better than there, and where I will stay until I have confirmation that my car has officially been imported into this country.
I suppose it is good that this all happened as it did. It is better to have a realistic view of how life actually is here, problems and all, than to live in ignorance with higher expectations. It will also allow me to plan a little better should I ever decide to drop anchor around here. Self-reliance is an absolute must, as calling and complaining about some problem or another is tantamount to pushing a rope. The locals don’t want to upset you, as is their nature, but to what we are accustomed to this is known as “When you can’t oblige, speak obligingly.”
This is Panama, only two letters away from Canada, but there is a world of difference in some areas.
That’s all for now.