Copa

The flight from Panama City to Buenos Aires was notable by a few things:

1. T and I were not sitting together, we both had middle seats - I drew the short straw and sat next to the widest thin bloke in Christendom
   
2. We had Metallic cutlery with our meal
   
3. A goodly portion of the passengers applauded a perfectly ordinary landing from a perfectly ordinary flight. Something I thought had died out about 15 years ago. (I have been on a flight where the landing was applauded reasonably recently, but the mitigating circumstances were that we had been told to adopt the brace position as the pilot thought there was a good chance that the front landing gear was broken.)
   
4. Most amazing, however, was that fact that, when the plane stopped at the airbridge, not one single person stood up and messed about in the lockers. We had been asked (in Spanish) to remain in our seats until a disabled chap had got off the plane - and everyone politely stayed firmly seated until he had passed. All hell broke loose at that point - as if to reaffirm one's belief in the human spirit.
   

We arrived in Argentina, got some cash and then got the world's most distracted taxi driver to our hotel.