| Yahoo Panama Is Nothing More Than A Canal |
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| Written by Matt Landau | |
| Friday, February 02 2007 | |
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I made the decision to call Panama Yahoo home, first and foremost, because it had a canal. I spent the last months before my flight envisioning every facet of my life as it would revolve around the famed waterway. I visualized meeting friends at the canal, eating meals alongside the canal, perhaps even jumping in the canal for afternoon dips. But what I realized though, very quickly into my time here was that the so-called world famous Panama canal was just that—a canal. It wasn't a mall, it wasn't a resort, it wasn't an amusement park. And for this, I felt deeply misled.
In school, my teachers and textbooks would always speak of the canal as if it was a magical place. To them, it was right up there with the likes of the Parthenon and the Mayan temples and the Great Wall of China as mysterious sites where inexplicably good things would happen to you. (Looking to cure yourself of polio? Want to acquire a new wrist watch?) The harsh reality set in when I realized that the Yahoo Panama Canal museum didn't even have an arcade. If you are unfortunate enough to live somewhere famous, you'll understand where I'm coming from. People in Egypt for example, have the pyramids. When their guests arrive at the airport, that's all it is. Pyramids, pyramids, pyramids. When can we see the pyramids? How should I dress for the pyramids? Similarly, people in Niagra have the Falls to worry about. Living near a well-known landmark is not nearly as easy and carefree as it seems and it is my belief that anywhere you find a famous attraction, not far from it you'll come across a large group of people who have been the victim of that attraction, almost rundown by its grandness and splendor: forced into this substandard orchestra always playing second fiddle. When people hear I live in Panama, it's always followed by “do you live near the canal?” and subsequently “how amazing is that?” People assume that because I live near the canal, I live a lifestyle of equal pomposity; my days filled with adventure, my nights with mystery. My apartment thought to be amidst a monkey jungle and my meals likely served with the dirtied end of an elephant tusk. When in reality, the only thing mysterious about the way I live is my ability to competitive swim faster than some fish. Upon visiting the canal, you can partake in a number of boring activities. There's an observatory deck where you can hang your arms over the ledge and watch boats pass through the locks, an event slightly less stimulating than a snail fight. The savvier traveler might opt for a tour in which you can actually transit the canal in a boat—the sole purpose of tours like these being to heighten the post-trip dinner-table story, because the transit itself is incredibly boring. There are two secret tours that very few people know about, one which involves going under the canal and another which allows any tourist to board one of the canal's famous tugboats. But in reality, unless alcohol or drugs are involved, a visit to the Panama Canal is very humdrum. Lastly, there is no better place to be mistaken for a tourist than the canal, where you'll consequently be gypped for a five-dollar cab ride. Anyone who tells you that visiting the canal is fun, should be immediately asked what insane asylum he or she escaped from. I'm not going to be like every other guidebook and spray-on tan it for you: the canal museum is about thirty-minutes-interesting. It's a nice museum, well designed, fairly interactive. But not unlike any other museum, it gets incredibly boring after an hour or god forbid should you go a second time. The gift shop is laden with canal paraphernalia in case you ever happen to need a Panama Canal sweatband or Canal Authority license plate frame. If tricked into taking a visitor there, I'll usually spend my time outside in the parking lot looking for rocks that resemble famous people. Recently a few friends were visiting from the states and instead of coming to my league soccer match they opted to go on a tour of the Panama Canal. I was at first angry with my friends. Then I was angry with the canal. But afterwards it struck me: if it wasn't for the canal, my friends may not have come at all. Comments: I wanted to place a comment about your report, on Yahoo Panama Is Nothing More Than A Canal, however I could not help to notice that you purposely left out the “Post a comment” link. I am sorry that your expectations about neither the canal, nor the idea of drinking from its sacred waters with the promise eternal youth where not met on your visit. The Panama Canal is an engineering master piece, and from a historical point of view it is the beginning of an integration of cultures for a better cause. Maybe I am more able to view this, as many of my ancestors came to Panama and died so young cooperating on that project, which also meant for them a better life so far away. My 89 year old grandfather still speaks proudly of his work days there and I get shivers walking through that “boring” museum and looking into the eyes on the photographs those who came and left their homes, cultures, love ones behind. Next time you visit a land mark, try to not get enticed by the silly souveniers, opt on buying a book or picking up a free booklet, really get you moneys worth out of your entrance, this way you will look really smart before some girl, or impress your friends. -Wendy |
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