The Hotel Washington to be precise, which is the only place I saw in Colon that was at all clean.
My Rough Guide to Central America had recommended the hotel as a decent pit stop for a drink so Robert and I had made our way there safely, more by luck than judgement.
It is an oasis of opulance inside the foyer where chadeliers and marble dominate everything in sight.
All of which is such a contrast to everything we saw outside of the high walls around the hotel.
The receptionist had directed us through to the area around the swimming pool when we asked for a drink.
It is perculiarly placed with its backdrop of the rusting shipping freighters that are moored up alongside the hotel in the waters at the Caribbean end of the Panama Canal.
Once there we had got a table under one of the canopies (you can just make out Robert waving) before the masses of local families arrived, and neither of us felt any need to move on for hours.
It was the first time I had seen the Caribbean, but the second that I had seen two oceans in one day. We spent hours there having some food, drinking a few beers, watching the ships go by and cooling off in the pool, all the while enjoying the fresh breeze off the sea.
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