Pacific Ocean

When something is impatient for me, it’s better not to get in my way, but step aside and laugh. Because my stubbornness is often ridiculous. So it was with the Pacific Ocean. In Panama City, for the first time, I was near it, and, of course, I needed to swim in it. Fortunately, the weather site promised a water temperature of +27 degrees.

But where to swim? In the city itself there is a 4-kilometer embankment, but boats go there and there are no slopes to the water. There are small beaches in the historical part, but a local resident said that they don’t swim here. I don't know why, it's just not accepted. Realizing that there would be no other time and place for swimming in the Pacific Ocean, I took a taxi to the nearest country beach. On the way, I specifically asked the taxi driver if it was possible to swim there. He replied that it was possible. But apparently not at this particular time.

The low tide in the Pacific Ocean looks just like in my native Atlantic: boats come ashore, and fishermen and birds come out to collect shellfish among the stones. For about two kilometers I walked along the beach in the hope that after the next spit, instead of mud, open water would appear. Then I walked over the stones to the water, but it turned out to be up to my ankle. Then he wandered another two hundred meters, sinking knee-deep into silt. But it didn't get any deeper. Then I lay down on my stomach and "swimmed", hitting the bottom with my elbows and knees.

If you ask: "What is the Pacific Ocean like?", I will answer: "Too quiet".

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