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A bus-stop tennis clinic

We were stuck in rural Panama. Then kids began throwing rocks at us.


Navesh Chitrakar/Reuters

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During the winter of 2002, I had the opportunity to teach tennis at a luxury hotel in Nevis, an idyllic spot in the British Virgin Islands in the Caribbean. My experience teaching and staying on the island was awe-inspiring. The island was sublime and the clientele, employees, and Nevisians could not have been more gracious. But it was also hard work!

After several weeks of teaching eight to 10 hours a day, I was the one ready for a vacation! I had anticipated this and had planned a surfing outing at a surf camp in Panama with my lifelong buddy, Clayton, after my teaching stint. I flew into Panama City with all my tennis bags, and off we went to the remote Bay of Chiriqui, on the western end of Panama's Pacific coastline.

To get to the camp, we had to load Clayton's surfboards and my tennis gear on and off several buses and boats. After eight hours of travel we finally arrived.


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