Surfing. Sailing. The Panama Canal

One, two, you know what to do. Well, it's so swift, the rain falling. I'm gonna see a movie called Gunga Ding. Pack up your money, pull up your ten-wick wheel. Cause you ain't going nowhere, yeah. Ooh-wee. Tomorrow's the day that my prize is gonna come. Ooh-wee. Oh, we gonna fly down into the easy chair. Now, get it, boy. Panama Canal, El de Panama, is an artificial 82-kilometer, 51-mile waterway in Panama that connects the Caribbean Sea with the Pacific Ocean. This is their land. Right there. It cuts across the narrowest point of the Isthmus of Panama and is a conduit for maritime trade between the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean. One enters Limon Bay, Bahia Limon, a large natural harbor. The entrance runs 8.9 kilometers. Here we go, buddy. A 3.2-kilometer, 2-mile-long channel forms the approach to the locks from the Atlantic side. Quite a deep connection. At each end, lift ships up to Gatun Lake, an artificial freshwater lake 26 meters, 85 feet above sea level. Gatun Lake, an artificial lake formed by the building of the Gatun Dam, carries vessels 24 kilometers, 15 miles, across the Isthmus. It is the summit canal stretch, fed by the Gatun River and emptied by basic lock operations. From the lake, the Chagres River, a natural waterway enhanced by the damming of Gatun Lake, runs about 8.4 kilometers. Here, the upper Chagres River feeds the high-level canal stretch. Locks then lower the ships at the other end. Passing under the Bridge of the Americas leads to the Pacific Ocean. The American Society of Civil Engineers has ranked the Panama Canal one of the Seven Wonders of the Modern World. I'm going to watch Daddy. I preach, my dear friends, you're about to receive on John Barleycorn nicotine the temptations I weave. Barking by the sewer side, hot dog my razor broke, water dripping up the spout, but I don't care, let it all hang out. Pine tree by my knees, sunshine through the shade, nobody knows what it's all about, it's too much, man, let it all hang out. Walking upside down with TVs on the blink, made Galileo look like a boy scout, sorry about that, let it all hang out. Sleep all day, drive all night, brain my numb, can't stop now, for sure ain't no doubt, keep an open mind, baby, let it all hang out. Sitting inside a big brown moon, how does that mess you, baby, up a leg? Eat the Reuben sandwich or sauerkraut, don't stop now, baby, let it all hang out. Let it all, let it all hang out. Dale, dale. I gave them no choice. My luck was they liked it. We all surf. That's one of the feelings, you have all your family in the water, until they surf more than you and they take all your waves. That's another problem. Yeah, my name is Bruno Sanchez. When I was 14, I came by bus every time. My dad gave me five bucks, go have luck, and we didn't know about the tides, there were no swell reports, so you have to take the bus and go. And it was a one-lane road, so if you get an accident or a traffic jam, you're done. Sometimes you get to the waves and there's no waves. We eat mangoes and still water from the homes. It was so fun. And it was all day long, searching for waves. Early bird gets the bite. How are you? I'm good, and you? We're there. There's Jon Jon. Something's coming out. Well, we're always trying to be together on all the beaches. We have meetings in the sea. Family meetings in the ocean. Yeah, it's super fun. And well, we live around that.