The PC Panama safety and security officer issued Audrey and me marine transmitters to communicate in the case of an emergency. The walki talkis are diesel, and are submergible….perfect for the rain!
While reading the directions one fine afternoon in my hammock, I noticed channel 6 is used to “signal other vessels.”
Conveniently, a yacht from Bocas was just pulling into the bay in plain view of my porch and the nifty little receiver.
“Hello boat in bay. Hello. This is Edi! Do you read me?! Hello?”
“Rodger that Edi, but we don’t have a visual of your ship. Can you give us your coordinates?”
“Uhhhhhh…..up on a hill, in the little native town, second hut on the left after the creek, in the hammock…….so how old are you guys?”
When you live alone in NgobeLand, the need to flirt is most definitely considered an emergency.
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I just peed myself reading that post
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