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I've never seen a mountain before." She handed the glasses back to her
mother.

Katie raised the glasses to her eyes.

"You're right, it's a mountain. I've never seen a mountain before,
either.

Wow." She handed the binoculars back to Cat.

"Can we go back to bed now?"

"Aw, listen, I know it's early, but you've got to get into the spirit.

How would you like to have lunch in Colombia?

How about that for a little unscheduled adventure?"

"I thought you were anxious to get through the Canal," Katie replied.

"Well, what the hell? It's not much out of the way, and we need to get
that alternator fixed, you know. No more showers or microwave or hair
dryer until we can charge the batteries again, and all that stuff in the
freezer is going to go, too." The alternator had been down for two days,
and they didn't have a spare.

"Take a look here, both of you," Cat said, spreading the chart on a
cockpit seat.

"Here's Santa Marta, just down here. It's a commercial port, and they're
bound to have some sort of electrical repair place there."

"Listen, I don't like what I hear about Colombia," Katie said.

"All I hear is pickpockets and drugs and stuff. Sounds like a pretty
rough place to me."

"Don't believe everything you read in the papers," Cat replied.

"Hell, lots of people go there all the time. It's just like any other
place; a few of them get ripped off, sure.

We've been in neighborhoods in Atlanta that were probably as dangerous
as anything in Santa Marta."

"I don't know. Cat."

"Listen, Mom," Jinx broke in, "I don't mind getting ripped off if I can
use the shower pump again. My hair is terminally dirty."