Flying from Panama to El Porviner took in glimpses of the mountainous green isthmus through towering cumulous clouds from the De Havilland Twin Otter, finally circling over the flat islets of the San Blas before a rapid decent on a strip that was only a little longer than it was wide and disappeared into the surf.

Just as I suspected Dad could not fit his shoulders through the bulkhead into his cabin; he didn’t take much time to crack his head a couple of times on the bulkhead; "best sleeping pill available" he said.