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COLOMBIA THE BEAUTIFUL PART 2

FINALLY, OUR TWO MAN COMPANIONSHIP BECAME A THREE MAN FELLOWSHIP. THE SOUTHERN HALF OF COLOMBIA HAD ITS FAIR SHARE OF CLOSE CALLS ALONG SOME OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL STRETCHES OF HIGHWAY SINCE WE STARTED THE TRIP.

TUESDAY JULY 16TH – DAY 41 —> MONDAY JULY 22ND – DAY 47 – MEDELLIN, COLOMBIA

Finally, our new travel companion (mac daddy robertson) arrived tuesday evening at the airport. For weeks before, Mac had been emailing the owner of a Kawasaki KLR 650 (same bike both Chase and I have) who had agreed to sell the bike to Mac when he arrived. Mac let the dude know when he was coming to town and the guy responded saying that would be just fine. But when Mac arrived all communication stopped..

Frustrated. Annoyed. Angry.

He finally emails back after a day saying he left the country and that he’d be back 5 days later to sell Mac the bike. When we tried emailing for clarification, responses were super sporadic and vague. The uncertainty of whether we’d find a motorcycle for Mac was a constant downer on our moods.

In the meantime, we watched our roommates snort cocaine, rode the subway through the city, rode a gondola to the mountains, went horseback riding, and celebrated with the entire city after they beat Bogota in the annual rivalry soccer game. Aside from a few other minor turisty activities we just did some maintenance on our motorcycles, ate delicious food, watched movies, played pool and played more pool.

Emails continued sporadic and vague which gave us just enough hope to wait until Monday.

Monday morning arrived and still no word. Luckily, the worthless Diego (the flaky motorcycle seller), left us the name of a friend and his phone number that was also selling an adventure bike. When Monday afternoon arrived, we called Diego’s friend, Juan Diego. Juan Diego responded immediately and we ended up meeting with him later that night. The motorcycle fit our needs perfectly and we agreed to meet the next morning to seal the deal. We all agreed to leave the next day whether we had a bike for Mac or not. Enough waiting. We went to bed still uneasy about the bike situation.

Robertson brothers reunited 6,000 miles from home
Robertson brothers reunited 6,000 miles from home
The "E True Hollywood Story" behind this journey. Constant motorcycle maintenance. Changing out the sprockets.
The “E True Hollywood Story” behind this journey. Constant motorcycle maintenance. Changing out the sprockets.
Hoppin on board our gondola.
Hoppin on board our gondola.
On the way to the forest on a gondola to ride horses. Medellin the beautiful in the background.
On the way to the forest on a gondola to ride horses. Medellin the beautiful in the background.
swappin' out the steel horses for some real ones.
swappin’ out the steel horses for some real ones.
Bandeja Paisa. The traditional meal of the state of Antioquia where Medellin is located. I don't know what half of this stuff is called but it was GREAT!
Bandeja Paisa. The traditional meal of the state of Antioquia where Medellin is located. I don’t know what half of this stuff is called but it was GREAT!
This is what most of our week looked like
This is what most of our week looked like
Eating at "Pizza Goooooooooooooool" Our favorite lunch/dinner destination.
Eating at “Pizza Goooooooooooooool” Our favorite lunch/dinner destination.
White flour everywhere! There was a giant mob behind me celebrating the Medellin victory over Bogota. This was before we decided to join in on the action.
White flour everywhere! There was a giant mob behind me celebrating the Medellin victory over Bogota. This was before we decided to join in on the action.
The people were going NUTS. Every car that went by got sprayed with flour and pushed from left to right until the tires were off the ground.
The people were going NUTS. Every car that went by got sprayed with flour and pushed from left to right until the tires were off the ground.
This sums up the atmoshpere
This sums up the atmoshpere
They said it was just flour...but we still aren't sure.
They said it was just flour…but we still aren’t sure.
The aftermath. The people kept going all night. The next day we woke up and flour was still everywhere on the streets.
The aftermath. The people kept going all night. The next day we woke up and flour was still everywhere on the streets.

TUESDAY JULY 23RD – DAY 48 – MEDELLIN, COLOMBIA – SALENTO, COLOMBIA

TUESDAY. TERRIFIC TUESDAY. Everything went according to plan. We bought the bike. We got insurance for Mac. We lubed our chains. Changed Mac’s oil. AND LEFT MEDELLIN!

I love Medellin but we were all embarrassingly giddy leaving the city. The road was incredible as usual. Leaving the city it was a steady curvy mountain road. First we climbed. Then we dropped down to a hot and sweaty valley.

During the first 45 minutes of our ride, Mac had his first close call. During a turn on the highway he swung out so wide that his handlebar knocked the side of a bus in the adjacent lane. I caught the action in my rear view mirror and thought he was a goner. We pulled over so Chase and I could describe every crazy driving situation we’d seen during the trip so Mac could know what to expect from there on out.

Getting back on the road a little slower this time we passed several towns that were lined with policemen with riot shields standing on the side of the highway and then up again to Colombia’s aptly named coffee-producing agricultural zone, the “coffee triangle.”

At some point while traveling through the large city of Pereira I had my closest near-death experience of the trip. The city mainly consisted of one way streets and highways and at one point we merged onto another two lane highway that I assumed was one-way. No lanes and no signs to say otherwise. There was a bus stopping on the right hand lane so I sped around its left side to come face to face with a large transport van. It was the first time I felt like my life was completely in the hands of a stranger. The van immediately swerved and skidded sideways to my left opening just enough room for me to swerve between him and the stopped bus.

I couldn’t sleep that night thinking about it. It’s a mistake I won’t repeat.

We finished the day making a detour out to a small town called Salento. Some dude on another adventure bike told us to stop there for the night. It was well worth it. Chill colonial vibes, cheap hotels, cheap food and within close proximity to a national park.

And then we were three!
And then we were three!
Chase expounding on the fine details of our trip with the curious mechanics where we dumped Mac's old oil and lubed our chains.
Chase expounding on the fine details of our trip with the curious mechanics where we dumped Mac’s old oil and lubed our chains.
Walking out of the insurance building with free cokes. All our ducks were in a row. Time to get back on the road!
Walking out of the insurance building with free cokes. All our ducks were in a row. Time to get back on the road!
Heading down the mountain from Medellin
Heading down the mountain from Medellin
Tunnel time
Tunnel time
The road construction people like to surprise you sometimes with loose gravel appearing at random spots. Sometimes in the middle of a turn.
The road construction people like to surprise you sometimes with loose gravel appearing at random spots. Sometimes in the middle of a turn.
The coffee triangle! Coffee plantations everywhere
The coffee triangle! Coffee plantations everywhere
Coming into the city of Pereira. Shortly after this photo I almost became a dead man.
Coming into the city of Pereira. Shortly after this photo I almost became a dead man.
Dinner in Salento. $2 and FANTASTIC!
Dinner in Salento. $2 and FANTASTIC!
Outside our luxury accommodations after our first full days ride as a trio.
Outside our luxury accommodations after our first full days ride as a trio.

WEDNESDAY JULY 24TH – DAY 49 – SALENTO, COLOMBIA – POPAYAN, COLOMBIA

At the recommendation of some locals we woke up and went straight to the Cocora Valley. A beautiful valley famous for the Colombian national tree, the wax palm.

After arriving at a dead end, we backtracked through the valley and got back on the panamerican highway and headed once more towards the south. The road dipped down to a lower elevation and then for the majority of the day we drove through hot farmland and then through the dumpy city of Cali, Colombia. Later in the day we headed back up into the mountains and found a place to stay in the colonial downtown of Popayan, Colombia.

Just as we arrived, Chase’s tire got a flat (the first in more than 6,000 miles). It was quickly taken care of at a local tire shop for $2.50 and we went to bed.

Heading into Cocora Valley
Heading into Cocora Valley
The first wax palm in sight!
The first wax palm in sight!
The road started to get more fun at this point.
The road started to get more fun at this point.
And more fun.
And more fun.
Mac, breaking in the new wheels.
Mac, breaking in the new wheels.
Bizarre looking scenery here but beautiful.
Bizarre looking scenery here but beautiful.
One quick pit stop before getting back to Salento and then south once more.
One quick pit stop before getting back to Salento and then south once more.
Constant motorcycle maintenance...When we got back to Salento, Mac's muffler was making a terrible noise. It took us a couple hours to get it all sorted out.
Constant motorcycle maintenance…When we got back to Salento, Mac’s muffler was making a terrible noise. It took us a couple hours to get it all sorted out.
Showing off to Mac my incredible no handed driving skills in the middle of nowhere
Showing off to Mac my incredible no handed driving skills in the middle of nowhere
A timer to tell you how long you have to wait at the red light. We need these in the states!
A timer to tell you how long you have to wait at the red light. We need these in the states!
Picking up some trash on our way out of Cali, Colombia. It wouldn't come off even if I kicked..
Picking up some trash on our way out of Cali, Colombia. It wouldn’t come off even if I kicked..
One of the many little towns we rolled through during the day
One of the many little towns we rolled through during the day
These kids grab onto the back of the semis in order to avoid having to peddle uphill. Smart and ballsy. I like it.
These kids grab onto the back of the semis in order to avoid having to peddle uphill. Smart and ballsy. I like it.
Parking in the living room of our hostel in Popayan.
Parking in the living room of our hostel in Popayan.

THURSDAY JULY 25TH – DAY 50 – POPAYAN, COLOMBIA – IPIALES, COLOMBIA

Waking up in Popayan, our day’s journey was a surprise to all of us. The day was full of the most interesting climate changes we have experienced yet. Starting off in a very temperate mountain city we slowly descended down into a desert valley. Cactus. Heat. Dirt. No color. I felt like I was in Northern Mexico all over again. The guy Mac bought his motorcycle from gave us one strong word of advice… After Popayan, DON’T STOP UNTIL YOU GET TO THE BORDER. Well we had to break that rule when Chase got another flat tire. We found the culprit. A fatty nail lodged in the tire, the same nail that popped the last inner tube. While it was getting repaired, Mac and I headed to a nearby restaurant to throw back some cokes. When we sat down there was a group of 4 Colombian military dudes already seated so we started up some friendly banter.

Apparently we stopped in the most dangerous region in Colombia. For those of you unaware, Colombia is in a constant civil war over the control of the mountains in southern Colombia. The FARC is the most well known guerrilla group but the Colombian military is constantly fighting against several groups. They all sell cocaine to other countries in exchange for weapons and ammunition. Apparently the Russians are the ones giving them the majority of the weapons. The army guys said conflict was a constant; in that area more than any other. When I asked them when was the last time they fired their weapons, they thought for a second then responded “9 days ago.” You never would have guessed a place that appeared so mellow would have so much conflict.

I wished our new Colombian army friends good luck in the fight and got back on the road. After a couple hours of desert we started to climb once more through a canyon I’m going to refer to as the Grand Canyon of Colombia. Around every crest the view got more and more absurd. Leaving the canyon, the road turned up the mountain. We climbed to about 10,000 feet, at which point it began to mist, and then drizzle and then rain. We passed through the city of Pasto at the base of a volcano and got our rain gear on but it wasn’t completely adequate (We’re still fine-tuning our rain-preparedness outfits). Wet and freezing, we arrived in Ipiales (9,500 feet), the border town with Ecuador. Chase was purple so he got the first and only hot shower.

The next morning we’d be entering Ecuador if everything went according to plan.

Heading down the mountain from Popayan.
Heading down the mountain from Popayan.
One of many construction zones where we'd have to wait sometimes 15 minutes for the road to be clear.
One of many construction zones where we’d have to wait sometimes 15 minutes for the road to be clear.
Rolling through the desert.
Rolling through the desert.
Chain adjustments en route. We realized the mechanic that put Chase's tire on the night before had tightened his chain too much.
Chain adjustments en route. We realized the mechanic that put Chase’s tire on the night before had tightened his chain too much.
Food break.
Food break.
Photos don't capture the depth or the size of the mountains well at all.
Photos don’t capture the depth or the size of the mountains well at all.
There were several tunnels through the steep mountains
There were several tunnels through the steep mountains
One small portion of the Colombian Grand Canyon.
One small portion of the Colombian Grand Canyon.
Again, the size and height of the walls is difficult to be appreciated in photos.
Again, the size and height of the walls is difficult to be appreciated in photos.

A couple hours after sweating in the desert we hit rain in the mountains and had to suffer for more than an hour before we made it to Ipiales.
A couple hours after sweating in the desert we hit rain in the mountains and had to suffer for more than an hour before we made it to Ipiales.
Purple princess post-rainstorm
Purple princess post-rainstorm

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COLOMBIA THE BEAUTIFUL PART 1

LET ME JUST SAY. I LOVE COLOMBIA! THE SCENERY, THE VIBE, THE PEOPLE, THE PEOPLE, THE PEOPLE. FOR THE FIRST TIME ON THE TRIP, CHASE AND I SLOWED THINGS DOWN A BIT AS WE WAITED FOR MAC (CHASE´S BROTHER AND ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS) TO FLY INTO MEDELLIN AND JOIN US FOR THE REST OF THE JOURNEY.

SUNDAY JULY 7TH – DAY 32 – SOMEWHERE IN THE CARIBBEAN – CARTAGENA, COLOMBIA

After arriving at the docks, Chase and I went straight to the beautiful colonial center of Cartagena where all the hostels are located. We found a cheap one with a nice courtyard, a pool and clean sheets and called it a day. The rest of the day was devoted to relaxing in the pool and emotionally and physically cleansing ourselves from our sea voyage.

Straight to the pool!
Straight to the pool!
Lounging in our Cartagena Hostel.
Lounging in our Cartagena Hostel.
Clean sheets and a great ceiling fan = happiness
Clean sheets and a great ceiling fan = happiness

MONDAY JULY 8TH – DAY 33 – CARTAGENA, COLOMBIA

Arriving in a foreign country by sailboat, with a motorcycle, carries with it some customs procedures. Our whole day was practically consumed in getting our passports (with our immigration stamps) back from the captain and then going to the local customs office to get vehicle permits and then the obligatory vehicle insurance.

Lucky for us, somewhere along the line we found two aussies who were doing the same journey on motorcycles. We joined forces for the day and tackled all of the customs hoops together. It was pretty funny swapping stories of our travels. The aussies have found a way to throw out the F-bomb after every other word in a surprisingly charming way. I´ve decided I need to make some more aussie friends when I come home.

A world-class lunch. Chicken, coke and a big ol´bread.
A world-class lunch. Chicken, coke and a big ol´bread.
Walking around Cartagena with the aussies.
Walking around Cartagena with the aussies.
The old colonial portion of the city was awesome. A big portion of the people here were from other countries. It had a great energy.
The old colonial portion of the city was awesome. A big portion of the people here were from other countries. It had a great energy.
Cartagena from one of the boardwalks at night.
Cartagena from one of the boardwalks at night.
Making friends with the locals.
Making friends with the locals.

TUESDAY JULY 9TH – DAY 34 – CARTAGENA, COLOMBIA

More relaxing, resting, chillin. Attempted to clean our rusted chains the best we could. Hung out with some british gals for a good part of the day and enjoyed eating the different foods of Colombia.

When we want a cheap/satisfying brunch. This is what it looks like. Egg sandwhiches, bananas and coke.
When we want a cheap/satisfying brunch. This is what it looks like. Egg sandwhiches, bananas and coke.
Attempting to clean/lube our rusted chains before our journey the next day.
Attempting to clean/lube our rusted chains before our journey the next day.

WEDNESDAY JULY 10TH – DAY 35 – CARTAGENA, COLOMBIA – CAUCASIA, COLOMBIA

At this point it had been about a week since we had a full day´s ride and we were both STOKED to see what Colombia had in store for us. 3 days in Cartagena was enough time in one place and we thought we´d wait for Mac in Medellin where we planned on meeting up.

Medellin is famous for a couple reasons, firstly because it was where Pablo Escobar lived during the golden age of cocaine and secondly, because the women here are supposedely the most beautiful in the whole world. You´ve got my attention. The residents don´t like talking about the Pablo Escobar thing but they love to talk about the beauty of the women and their metro system.

But first, getting out of Cartagena was nuts. No other country we´ve been to has so many motorcycles zipping around. They have no respect for space and at one point a motorcyclist behind Chase started nudging his saddlebags to the side in order to move ahead 10 feet at a stop light. After leaving the city, it was a mellow ride through colombian ranches and small towns. We arrived at Caucasia, ate some carne asada and found a hotel for $5 each.

Marshland en route to Caucasia
Marshland en route to Caucasia
typical scenery on the way to Caucasia.
typical scenery on the way to Caucasia.
Pee break in the countryside.
Pee break in the countryside.
Almost at Caucasia
Almost at Caucasia
A pretty typical Colombian meal. Rice, fried banana, salad, a fried egg, and in this case carne asada.
A pretty typical Colombian meal. Rice, fried banana, salad, a fried egg, and in this case carne asada.

THURSDAY JULY 11TH – DAY 36 – CAUCASIA, COLOMBIA – MEDELLIN, COLOMBIA

Our day started out just like any other here in Latin America… But three seconds after starting my motorcycle, IT DIED. It had rained all night long and I suspected water had gotten somewhere it shouldn´t have. We tried bump starting it and it ran for about 4 seconds before it died again and then wouldn´t start. These are the moments you hope don´t happen while you are in the middle of nowhere. Lucky for us, while trying to push start the bike a car mechanic from a nearby shop invited us to bring the bike into his shop and out of the sun so we could make our necessary repairs. The friendliness and hospitality of the Colombian people is right there with the Mexicans.

The guys in the shop all crowded around trying to guess what the problem was. They were all genuinely interested in helping us out. After the mechanics helped me rule out bad gasoline/water in the carburetor, I had no choice other than to take the carburetor apart piece by piece. After disassembling everything and putting it back together the bike barely managed to start but wouldn´t stay running long. It could have been any number of weird electronical problems from the rain the night before but it seemed to be carb related. Again, I took the carburetor apart and found the vent hose had somehow gotten fried shut so the carburetor was trying to equalize the gas levels by sucking air from the fuel line. I clipped the fried part of the vent hose off, reassembled everything and she started up like nothing had ever happened. 5 hours of frustration and fear of being in Caucasia the rest of my life waiting for electronic pieces ended with a quick snip of the scissors. The guys in the shop were all glad to see we solved the problem and they made us promise to stop by next time we travel through Caucasia. Deal.

Leaving Caucasia around 2 pm we got on the road to Medellin, Colombia. From here the road left the countryside and traveled along a muddy river bigger than the Colorado. After an hour following the river we crossed and started heading up a windy mountain pass. It was BEAUTIFUL! We went from 500 feet above sea level in the morning to above 8000 feet in the afternoon. By nightfall we started the descent into the valley where Medellin is and around 8:30pm we arrived in the city. The lights from the tall buildings at night were incredible.

While we were in Cartagena we had arranged for a place to stay a couple nights through couchsurfing.com. A great guy and motorcycle lover from the city, named Juan, offered to host us. We met him near his home and he then guided us back to his 15 story apartment building on the mountain. Again. The view was incredible.

Breakfast before realizing we were kind of stranded.
Breakfast before realizing we were kind of stranded.
Mid way through taking the entire carburetor apart.
Mid way through taking the entire carburetor apart.
Leaving Caucasia, Hoorah!
Leaving Caucasia, Hoorah!
Riding alongside the Rio Cauca. These little geysers were all over the place. The people live along the river on the left but on the right waterfalls come cascading down the cliffs and the locals use the waterpressure  to clean cars and semis here. The geysers are their form of advertising ¨car wash¨
Riding alongside the Rio Cauca. These little geysers were all over the place. The people live along the river on the left but on the right waterfalls come cascading down the cliffs and the locals use the waterpressure to clean cars and semis here. The geysers are their form of advertising ¨car wash¨
Crossing the muddy Rio Cauca.
Crossing the muddy Rio Cauca.
The view from the highway riding up the mountain to Medellin.
The view from the highway riding up the mountain to Medellin.
We were both pretty stoked to find chicken flavored Lays.
We were both pretty stoked to find chicken flavored Lays.
This entire town seems to have been built completely on a 45 degree angle
This entire town seems to have been built completely on a 45 degree angle
Another angle
Another angle
Arriving in Medellin. City of the eternal spring. The jacket was only necessary for the mountains but once in the city, the weather was perfect 24/7.
Arriving in Medellin. City of the eternal spring. The jacket was only necessary for the mountains but once in the city, the weather was perfect 24/7.

FRIDAY JULY 12TH – DAY 37 – MEDELLIN, COLOMBIA

We woke up the next morning, did our laundry for the first time in a long time and looked through Juan´s Colombian travel books. He was a great resource and had something to say about every motorcycle detour we could possibly make while in Colombia. The three of us ended up going on a nice loop up the southern mountains above Medellin and back down around the other side. Later, we went to our friend Hugo´s house to go swimming with him and his kids. Hugo was the only Colombian aside from the Captain on the “Island Fever.” Hugo, a hostel owner in Panama, is another perfect example of a friendly and hospitable Colombian. He offered to take us down to the Kawasaki dealership the next day to get our rusted chains all sorted out.

Chase splitting one of Juan´s cheesy arepas
Chase splitting one of Juan´s cheesy arepas
The view from Juan´s balcony.
The view from Juan´s balcony.
The start of our loop around the city with Juan.
The start of our loop around the city with Juan.
Climbing the mountain above the city. This road was awesome! It was one lane, one direction. It felt kinda like a disneyland ride.
Climbing the mountain above the city. This road was awesome! It was one lane, one direction. It felt kinda like a disneyland ride.
In the mountains above the city.
In the mountains above the city.
Heading back down the mountain.
Heading back down the mountain.
Oh, Medellin!
Oh, Medellin!
Pit stop with Juan
Pit stop with Juan
The view from the mountain above the city.
The view from the mountain above the city.
This is after I told them to go easy on the sauce.
This is after I told them to go easy on the sauce.
Dinner with Juan at a local restaurant.
Dinner with Juan at a local restaurant.

SATURDAY JULY 13TH – DAY 38 – MEDELLIN, COLOMBIA

We met Hugo once again at his house at 9am and then followed him around as he asked neighbors for a motorcycle and a helmet to borrow. haha an hour later we were en route to the Kawasaki dealership. It was heaven. Everything we needed and more. We got bought a chain and had another that we already had put on free of charge and bought some new motorcycle oil. We found a hostel to stay at that night and then met up with Juan again, who took us to a friend´s motorcycle shop so we´d have a place to change our oil and throw out the old stuff. After getting back to our new hostel, we showered and got ready for what Hugo promised would be an incredible night on the town. Around 10pm Hugo showed up with his cousin, Luisa and his ex-wife. Paola (argentina), Jan and Evit (slovakia) from our sailing adventure also showed up and we walked a few blocks to the party district. We ended up salsa-bar hopping til about 2am. Me and Chase were both pooped. Paisas (the nickname for people from Medellin) usually go til dawn. At 2am the streets looked like they were still getting busier. I´d never seen anything like it. It was just a normal saturday but it looked like spring break in some party town. Getting back to the hostel we went straight to bed.

Following Hugo to the Kawasaki dealership.
Following Hugo to the Kawasaki dealership.
Love this place. I don´t blame Pablo Escobar for not wanting to get extrodited from this gorgeous city.
Love this place. I don´t blame Pablo Escobar for not wanting to get extrodited from this gorgeous city.
A REAL KAWASAKI DEALERSHIP! Getting the new chains put on.
A REAL KAWASAKI DEALERSHIP! Getting the new chains put on.
With Juan after we changed out our oil at his friend´s shop.
With Juan after we changed out our oil at his friend´s shop.
Look! They´re breakdance fighting!
Look! They´re breakdance fighting!
Our nightly routine here in Medellin. 2 pizzas, 2 hot dogs and 2 drinks.
Our nightly routine here in Medellin. 2 pizzas, 2 hot dogs and 2 drinks.
Photographic evidence to future posterity that I, Aron Procuniar, went salsa dancing in Colombia with one of the locals. Chase had a nice go with the lovely lady in the foreground.
Photographic evidence to future posterity that I, Aron Procuniar, went salsa dancing in Colombia with one of the locals. Chase had a nice go with the lovely lady in the foreground.
Enjoying the Medellin night life with some of our friends from the boat and Hugo´s ex-wife and his cousin, Luisa. Hugo is the one sitting next to Chase.
Enjoying the Medellin night life with some of our friends from the boat and Hugo´s ex-wife and his cousin, Luisa. Hugo is the one sitting next to Chase.

SUNDAY JULY 14TH – DAY 39 – MEDELLIN, COLOMBIA

Early that morning we woke up for church. About a mile away from our hostel. We came back to our hostel and met up with Paola, our Argentine friend from the sailing adventure, for a day trip to La Piedra del Peñol. A big fatty rock that is “a must see” while in Medellin. Again, we cruised through the mountains above Medellin and then into the Colombian countryside where all the rich folks have their summer homes. The rock was big. It was black. And we climbed it. We ended up dropping Paola off in a town near the rock and headed back to Medellin.

We came back just as it was getting dark and snaked our way through heavy traffic. That night Medellin was playing Bogota in an annual soccer rivalry game. Everyone was wearing green and going nuts. We watched part of the game but it ended up being 0-0…

Paola and I arriving at La Piedra del Peñol. Here´s a fun fact.. It´s illegal to have two men ride on a motorycle together in Medellin. This was where Pablo Escobar had his headquarters and apparently many of the shootings/killings occured from two men on one motorcycle. So the police banned it. Apparently, it has helped with violence. Pretty interesting though that women are fine but men aren´t. That would never fly in the US.
Paola and I arriving at La Piedra del Peñol. Here´s a fun fact.. It´s illegal to have two men ride on a motorycle together in Medellin. This was where Pablo Escobar had his headquarters and apparently many of the shootings/killings occured from two men on one motorcycle. So the police banned it. Apparently, it has helped with violence. Pretty interesting though that women are fine but men aren´t. That would never fly in the US.
Riding up to the ¨rock with the best view in the world¨
Riding up to the ¨rock with the best view in the world¨
Paola, stoked for the climb!
Paola, stoked for the climb!
Almost there! The rock looked over one of Colombia´s biggest artificial lakes.
Almost there! The rock looked over one of Colombia´s biggest artificial lakes.
740 stairs later. WE ARRIVED!
740 stairs later. WE ARRIVED!
The three of us on top of La Piedra del Peñol.
The three of us on top of La Piedra del Peñol.
We can´t get enough of this beautiful city!
We can´t get enough of this beautiful city!

MONDAY JULY 15TH – DAY 40 – MEDELLIN, COLOMBIA

I just received word that Mac will arrive tomorrow night at 7:04 pm here in Medellin International Airport. At which point, our South American party tour can really get started!

CROSSING THE DARIEN GAP

IT IS A LITTLE KNOWN FACT THAT THERE ARE NO ROADS FROM PANAMA TO COLOMBIA. IN SOUTHERN PANAMA THE PANAMERICAN HIGHWAY ENDS AT THE DARIEN GAP—150 MILES OF DENSE RAINFOREST, SWAMPS, INDIGENOUS TRIBES, DRUG SMUGGLERS AND GUERRILLA REBELS. THE PANAMERICAN HIGHWAY PICKS BACK UP AGAIN IN SOUTH AMERICA BUT GETTING THERE ON A MOTORCYCLE PROVED INTERESTING.

WEDNESDAY JULY 3RD – DAY 28 – PANAMA CITY, PANAMA – COLON, PANAMA – 24 DE DICIEMBRE, PANAMA

After spending a couple days in the heart of Panama City waiting for a new sprocket and researching our next move we decided to head to Colon, Panama to find a boat captain to take us to Colombia. The journey from the Pacific city of Panama City to Colon on the caribbean side was a quick 45 minutes from one ocean to the other. Arriving in Colon we realized we didn’t want to stay in Colon. Dirty slums in a dirty port city. The whole place felt like it was rotting. We spent several hours asking around trying to find out where the small boat captains leave from Panama to Colombia. Every time we’d get to a dock they’d turn us around and tell us we were in the wrong spot. Our plan to find a crappy supply boat to Colombia wasn’t working out well.

After several hours of frustration I called a captain of a “beautiful sailing yacht,” that according to a local hostel was leaving that day or the next day from a nearby port. Normally these fancy sailing expeditions cost $500/person plus another $400 for the bike. When I called up the captain I told him we could be anywhere he wanted within the day but our budget was $1200 total between the two of us. He was super hesitant but he accepted and gave us explicit directions on what we were to do the next 12 hours in order to get to his boat.

It was about 4pm when I made the phone call and that day we needed to arrive in a suburb of Panama City a couple hours away. We backtracked towards Panama City and headed south towards the Darien Gap. Our soon-to-be boat captain had told us to look for a hotel in a city called “24 de diciembre.” Just as we were approaching the city and about to ask somebody for some info, an older guy in his 50s pulls up next to me during a stoplight on a little motorscooter. Our conversation went something like this…

Old dude- “where you guys going?”

Me- “we’re looking for the 24th of december, we need a hotel”

Old dude- “oh ya, you just arrived, this is it. Do you want to come stay with me?”

Me- “SURE!”

The light turns green, he kicks his bike into first and makes a charging left hand turn through traffic. Here we go!

We quickly arrived at his house which looked like an old hotel that at some point became a house. When we pulled up, his wife and adopted daughter were there to greet us. The mysterious motoscooter driver introduced himself as Israel Gonzalez. He sat us down in his kitchen, shared Panamanian civil war stories, fed us, put sweet 80s music videos on TV for us watch, and gave us an old musty mattress to sleep on. He is one of the most interesting people I’ve met… he’s a hotel chef/police negotiator/surveillance camera technician/Hare Krishna lover/war veteran/photographer. But I was mainly interested in hearing about the Panamanian civil war. He had photos, war memorabilia, and a very sharp memory. We went to bed after drinking some banana smoothies and watching old 80s music videos from a broken TV.

Finishing up our motorcycle repairs in Panama City
Finishing up our motorcycle repairs in Panama City
Heading out towards Colon
Heading out towards Colon
On the caribbean side of Panama it started getting swampy.
On the caribbean side of Panama it started getting swampy.
More jungly/marsh
More jungly/marsh
Colon, Panama
Colon, Panama
Watching the sun set away from the Pacific Ocean felt wrong
Watching the sun set away from the Pacific Ocean felt wrong
Heading back to Panama City
Heading back to Panama City
Panama City. Again.
Panama City. Again.
The mysterious motoscooter man!
The mysterious motoscooter man!
Israel´s house.  I´m holding up Panama´s ex-dictator´s (noriega) ash tray. But really we just wanted an excuse to take a picture of his living room.
Israel´s house. I´m holding up Panama´s ex-dictator´s (noriega) ash tray. But really we just wanted an excuse to take a picture of his living room.
Israel wanted us to put on these hats for the picture. He had an eye for fashion.
Israel wanted us to put on these hats for the picture. He had an eye for fashion.
Dinner! The little brown ball at the top middle is like a potato thing that grows from palm trees. The top right was our favorite, shellfish served on fried bananas!
Dinner! The little brown ball at the top middle is like a potato thing that grows from palm trees. The top right was our favorite, shellfish served on fried bananas!

THURSDAY JULY 4TH (INDEPENDENCE DAY) – DAY 29 – 24 DE DICIEMBRE, PANAMA – SAN BLAS ISLANDS, PANAMA

The next morning we woke up at 5:45 am so we could arrive at the docks in time for our boat. Even at 5:45 am Israel was ready for us. He fed us breakfast, then all in one moment he turned on some loud mariachi music, lit some ear-splitting fireworks and started shouting “Happy Independence Day!!!!” My most memorable 4th of July yet.

We said goodbye, thanked our gracious hosts and got on the road to Carti, Panama. After a true rollercoasteresque road through the Panamanian rainforest we arrived at some dumpy docks in Carti, Panama. From there we had to load our motorcycles onto a small motorboat and ride 30 minutes straddling our babies until we could load them onto the bigger sailboat that would take us the 250 miles to Cartagena, Colombia. When we arrived at our smaller-than-advertised sailboat (named the “Island Fever”)we discovered the Captain wasn’t on board. So, we went to the nearest island to find him, picked him up and then returned to the sailboat where we watched in horror as our motorcycles were winched slowly over the Atlantic Ocean from the small motorboat to the sailboat. An hour-and-a-half after we left Carti, both bikes were onboard the Island Fever. At this point the scummy motorboat “captain” says $150 for the trouble… It was a complete scam. We ended up settling for $120. We later heard from other motorcycle travelers they were charged $30 for the same service.

The rest of the day was devoted to sailing about leisurely through the BEAUTIFUl San Blas Islands. We ended up anchoring near a small island and went snorkeling in the warm, 100+ feet visibility caribbean water. Our shipmates included 4 Argentines, 2 Frenchmen, 2 Colombians, 1 Panamanian, and 2 slovaks. Our captain, a Colombian named Jorge, in my opinion was just a pirate with a charismatic and friendly disposition. Honesty and transparency weren’t really part of his “code” though as we later discovered.

We all soon realized the boat was way too small for the 13 people we had on board. And there wasn’t enough food either. During the course of the trip we all got pretty comfortable sharing waterbottles, beds, germs, and any personal privacy. The First night, however, we were all excited and optimistic about the voyage. That changed the next day…

Waking up at 5:45am in Israel´s Palace.
Waking up at 5:45am in Israel´s Palace.
Breakfast! Cereal with nachos and a tortilla/pancake thing with cheese.
Breakfast! Cereal with nachos and a tortilla/pancake thing with cheese.
the first half of our BEAUTIFUL ride out to Carti, Panama
the first half of our BEAUTIFUL ride out to Carti, Panama
A rollercoaster all the way to the Caribbean. It´s hard to tell but the Caribbean was perfectly visible from here.
A rollercoaster all the way to the Caribbean. It´s hard to tell but the Caribbean was perfectly visible from here.
Calling up Captain Jorge´s recommended motorboater. We should have found our own motorboater!
Calling up Captain Jorge´s recommended motorboater. We should have found our own motorboater!
With the strength of 15 old men we were able to get the bikes onboard the motorboat.
With the strength of 15 old men we were able to get the bikes onboard the motorboat.
Oh just riding motorcycles through the Caribbean Islands. On our way to the Island Fever
Oh just riding motorcycles through the Caribbean Islands. On our way to the Island Fever
A decent shot to show how precarious our motorcycles were perched on this little boat.
A decent shot to show how precarious our motorcycles were perched on this little boat.
Jorge made me take the wheel so he could go flirt with the Argentine chicks. I didn´t mind!
Jorge made me take the wheel so he could go flirt with the Argentine chicks. I didn´t mind!
Sailing for the San Blas Islands
Sailing for the San Blas Islands
Arriving in Paradise. Banana hammocks included!
Arriving in Paradise. Banana hammocks included!
We finally arrived at one of those places where computer companies take photos for screensavers!
We finally arrived at one of those places where computer companies take photos for screensavers!
Downtime. This became a much more common sight once we left the protection of the San Blas Island Reef
Downtime. This became a much more common sight once we left the protection of the San Blas Island Reef
Our crew. Captain Jorge was hiding somewhere. maybe stealing my rain jacket.
Our crew. Captain Jorge was hiding somewhere. maybe stealing my rain jacket.

FRIDAY JULY 5TH – DAY 30 – SAN BLAS ISLANDS, PANAMA – SOMEWHERE IN THE CARIBBEAN

Leaving the absolute “screensaver paradise” of the San Blas Islands we passed through the protecting reefs and entered into the open sea. 10 minutes later I had to lie down. I always thought sea sickness was for ninnys. I guess it’s for me and Chase…and everyone else on board too. The waves were a solid 7-8 feet high and the boat didn’t really do a good job of cutting through it.

For just about all of the day I had to lie on my back in order to feel somewhat normal. haha It wasn’t the sailing adventure I hoped for.

SATURDAY JULY 6TH – DAY 31 – SOMEWHERE IN THE CARIBBEAN – SOMEWHERE ELSE IN THE CARIBBEAN

Day 2 at sea. Nothing in sight. no land. no other boats. just us and the ocean.

At some point in the afternoon we both started feeling better and were able to eat comfortably as long as we stared directly at the horizon. The day’s highlight included seeing some whales and going for a swim in water so blue it seemed to glow. Meanwhile, our arrival date for that afternoon came and went. According to the captain; bad wind, bad current, bad waves.

Towards sunset I thought I had tackled seasickness but the wind started blowing and the waves started getting bigger. I had to throw myself on the back bed again as winds got up to 60 mph and waves reached 15 feet. The boat literally got airborne every time we went over a wave. At one point a wave crashed right over the whole boat and reached all the way to the rear hatch getting the 4 of us on the back bed wet. haha under any other conditions I would have LOVED the thrill of being in heavy seas. But sea sickness takes the fun away. That, and food running out halfway through the day.

Day 3 of the voyage. Finally able to enjoy the sunset sitting down during a calm moment
Day 3 of the voyage. Finally able to enjoy the sunset sitting down during a calm moment

SUNDAY JULY 7TH – DAY 32 – SOMEWHERE ELSE IN THE CARIBBEAN – CARTAGENA, COLOMBIA

As morning arrived we woke up to the first land we’d seen in more than 48 hours. We arrived in Cartagena, Colombia around 8 am and everyone sprinted to get off the boat. Next it was the motorcycles’ turn. According to our beloved captain, who had told me originally over the phone that the onload and offload fees were 30-40 bucks, it was illegal to unload the motorcycles onto the dock. So that was going to be $100 to the dock workers. It was all a load of BS, he was way too friendly with the dock guys. Before I knew it, a huge group of dudes grabbed our bikes and loaded them onto the docks. No more price negotiation.

I suspect the outrageous onload and offload fees with his buddies were his way of trying to charge us more than $600 each (which he constantly reminded me was an incredible deal!) I also blame him for stealing my $13.50 rain jacket!

On a happier note. We met a couple australian dudes that paid $1050 total to cross from Panama to Colombia. At least we didn’t come out that bad…

Back on land, Chase and I suddenly had sea legs and everything felt like it was moving. We ate the first thing we could get our hands on, examined our now completely rusted chains and set off to find a place to stay while we waited on our immigration papers. Not before we took a moment to gloat in the fact that we had ACTUALLY arrived in South America with two working motorcycles!

Arriving in Cartagena! Beautiful city!
Arriving in Cartagena! Beautiful city!

CENTRAL AMERICA

ALMOST 6,000 MILES ON THE ODOMETER. OUR SPRINT THROUGH CENTRAL AMERICA WAS A SHORT ACTION PACKED THRILLER WITH RAIN, TRAFFIC, MUD, BEACHES, VOLCANOES, ONE VERY LARGE FAMOUS CANAL AND NEVER-ENDING CUSTOMS PROCEDURES.

MONDAY JUNE 24TH – DAY 19 – PALENQUE, MEXICO – HUEHUETENANGO, GUATEMALA (CONTINUED)

First impressions of Guatemala..Similar to Mexico but everything is twice as old, everyone is twice as poor, the mountains are twice as steep and the roads are twice as crappy. Mexico has an upper class and a lower class, it seems like Guatemala only has the lower class.

The border turned out to be a lot easier than I imagined. Everything was straight forward. We got back our $300 deposit on our motorcycles, stamped out of Mexico, got our bikes fumigated for a few bucks, paid a couple bucks to enter ourselves and another 20 for our bikes. Again, not a very popular border crossing. No one wants to go to Guatemala apparently. In the hour and a half we were there, we didn’t see a single car or bus pass through. haha does everyone know something we don’t?

After the crossing it was almost dark and we broke the cardinal rule of driving at night for about an hour. At one point I asked a police officer how far to the next town. His response, “Well, it depends on how fast your motorcycle is.” haha No speed limits. Good to know. We found the first city Huehuetenango and we soon realized… we like Guatemala! We paid $3.98 each for a private hotel room and then $4.50 for a dinner sufficient for a 400 lb. lucha libre wrestler. The family that ran the restaurant didn’t know where California was but they knew how to throw together a GIANT bowl of chicken soup.

Side note: The tortillas here are fatter and DELICIOUS!

We went to bed quite content.

changing out pesos for guatemalan quetzals. This dude tried to pull a fast one on me when he counted 12 pesos as 10. Not happening to this Gringo! I did the rest of the counting.
changing out pesos for guatemalan quetzals. This dude tried to pull a fast one on me when he counted 12 pesos as 10. Not happening to this Gringo! I did the rest of the counting.
The picture doesn´t get close to capturing the size of the steep cliffs on both sides of the highway.
The picture doesn´t get close to capturing the size of the steep cliffs on both sides of the highway.
First meal in Guatemala. Biggest and cheapest yet!
First meal in Guatemala. Biggest and cheapest yet!
$3.98. don´t mind if I do. The downside was the questionable bodily fluids all over the wall next to me.
$3.98. don´t mind if I do. The downside was the questionable bodily fluids all over the wall next to me.

TUESDAY JUNE 25TH – DAY 20 – HUEHUETENANGO, GUATEMALA – JALPATAGUA, GUATEMALA

We woke up the next morning and returned to our new favorite family restaurant for some big cheap eatin’. Then we hit the road for the El Salvadorian border. We soon realized how daunting a task this would become. Crappy roads, construction stops and thousands of unexpected speed bumps kept our speed down to a crawl. The terrain in Guatemala was not as I expected though. It was for the most part it was extremely high mountains with loosely populated indigenous villages strewn about all over the place. Our one detour of the day was visiting Lake Atitlan, we didn’t have much time to appreciate it though. Chase and I both agree that of all the Central American countries we would have liked to have had more time in, Guatemala takes the cake. There’s a lot to see. After our bodies couldn’t take anymore speed bumps and an approaching thunderstorm threatened our warm-blooded bodies we pulled over to find a hotel. $6 each for a private room and found good food across the street for $1.50.

Cruising at 9,000 feet
Cruising at 9,000 feet
Getting ready to go through the clouds.
Getting ready to go through the clouds.
Oh.. the road is closed. That explains why the whole town came out to the highway to sell drinks, treats, and trinkets during the 30 minute wait.
Oh.. the road is closed. That explains why the whole town came out to the highway to sell drinks, treats, and trinkets during the 30 minute wait.
Arriving at Lake Atitlan through solola
Arriving at Lake Atitlan through solola
Lake Atitlan. Two volcanoes and a huge lake surrounded by cities named after the twelve apostles.
Lake Atitlan. Two volcanoes and a huge lake surrounded by cities named after the twelve apostles.
Another angle of Lake Atitlan
Another angle of Lake Atitlan
Our first river crossing of the trip. A success.
Our first river crossing of the trip. A success. We discovered that my GPS wasn’t exactly accurate in Guatemala the second we left the highway. It had all sorts of roads that didn’t exist and we ended up taking some roads less traveled by.
A typical Guatemalan city
A typical Guatemalan city
Guatemala City coming into sight.
Guatemala City coming into sight.
Looking out on some of the prettiest scenery we've seen here in Guatemala.
Looking out on some of the prettiest scenery we’ve seen here in Guatemala.
It started pouring rain and flooded our first room. So they upgraded us to the nice room.
It started pouring rain and flooded our first room. So they upgraded us to the nice room.

WEDNESDAY JUNE 26TH – DAY 21 – JALPATAGUA, GUATEMALA – EL SALVADOR – CHOLUTECA, HONDURAS

Getting on our bikes in the morning, we were only 15 minutes away from the el salvadorian border. The plan- complete 2 border crossings and travel all the way through El Salvador in one day. The border crossing was a little longer when there were “problems” with Chase’s paperwork. We arrived on the El Salvadorian side to pay $10 for insurance. When I asked what it covered, the stoic government lady simply says, “if you die, your family gets $4000.” hahaha oh. GREAT! I tried to not laugh out loud at her response, but I couldn’t help it.

My observations of El Salvador are as follows. Lots of Volcanoes, lava rock fields, great roads (the panamerican highway is well developed in El Salvador, If there is a Panamerican highway in Guatemala, we never found it), and lots of farmland/deforestation. The highway is littered with Papusa shops, we stopped at a cafeteria and ate their 1/2-inch thick tortillas. DELICIOUS!! They also use the dollar, that’s nice too. We made great time on the highway and within several hours we arrived at the honduran border.

From here I’ll go into what a typical Central American border crossing is like. I’ll describe our El Salvador-Honduras experience, but all are about the same.

For about 1/4-mile leading up to the border there’s people sitting around. Sometimes in shops, sometimes on the streets. When we come into sight, half of these people perk up and start waving their arms wildly for us to come talk to them. For the most part they are “border helpers”. At the beginning of the 1/4-mile frenzy a guy practically throws himself in front of my bike. I have to swerve to avoid him and then watch him sprint the 1/4-mile in my rear-view mirror. hahaha. When we make it to the government customs building generally we are immediately swarmed by people offering to do all our paperwork for a small tip or by people who offer to change out the old currency for the new one. When the sprinter finally arrived at the pack I felt kind of bad for him, he couldn’t even get his words out because he was so winded. Then I have to sternly say to all of them “we don’t need help! We’ve done this before, thanks but no thanks, go away please.” Some don’t believe me and they start guiding us through to the right buildings. I have to tell them things like “I promise you, I’m not going to pay you anything, don’t waste your time.” They usually give up after a few minutes when they realize we’re competent gringos. First we stamp ourselves out of the country we started in, cancel our vehicle permits and then stamp in to the new country and get new vehicle permits and/or insurance.

During the process there’s a series of 20 police/border agents that check your stuff along the way. Just as we get to the bridge to cross into Nicaragua a Honduran police officer starts pointing at dates on Chase’s motorcycle title that relate to his old registration that were expired. He was a worthless excuse for a human being. he grabs the title and says “Oh if you don’t need it then i’ll keep it.” So I had to explain how California titles and registration work. This thug thought if he could catch us doing something illegal he could force a bribe out of us to get the title back. His little scheme failed. When I didn’t back down he finally relinquished the title and then asked me to give him my boots. haha I wanted to throw him off the bridge.

Assaulted with more helpers on the Honduran side and slow moving border agents we spent $35 to enter with our motorcycles and hit the road for the nearest city. We arrived in Choluteca and since we needed money for dinner, a hotel and breakfast the next morning we took out $10 each. 🙂 love it.

My observations of Honduras. Similar to other Central American countries in most respects. As poor as Guatemala but without all the indigenous culture. Roads were the worst we’ve seen in the whole trip and maybe for the same reason, NO ONE has cars, they all walk.

We found a hotel that fell within our $10 24-hour budget and hit the hay.

45 minutes waiting for a "problem" with Chase's paperwork to be resolved. For about 44 minutes I thought we might not make it to El Salvador..
45 minutes waiting for a “problem” with Chase’s paperwork to be resolved. For about 44 minutes I thought we might not make it to El Salvador..
The El Salvadorian side of the border
The El Salvadorian side of the border
Chase'n volcanoes
Chase’n volcanoes
Volcanoes everywhere!!
Volcanoes everywhere!!
Crossing through "the savior"
Crossing through “the savior”
Lava rock fields
Lava rock fields
Smog regulations aren't really mandatory. This isn't even a bad smoke cloud.
Smog regulations aren’t really mandatory. This isn’t even a bad smoke cloud.
My arms after a few days without a shower and getting stuck behind the aforementioned smoke clouds. My hands were freshly washed and my arms are no less tan than the part of my arm on the far right. The dirt in every one of my poors and stuck to all my hairs could only have been appreciated in person. I wonder what my lungs look like..
My arms after a few days without a shower and getting stuck behind the aforementioned smoke clouds. My hands were freshly washed and my arms are no less tan than the part of my arm on the far right. The dirt in every one of my poors and stuck to all my hairs could only have been appreciated in person. I wonder what my lungs look like..
El Salvador.. typical sight, big green stuff and volcanoes.
El Salvador.. typical sight, big green stuff and volcanoes.
Passing into Honduras. We'd seen those little trike taxi-cabs were all over the place in the small cities since Puerto Escondido.
Passing into Honduras. We’d seen those little trike taxi-cabs all over the place in the small cities since Puerto Escondido.
This photo makes Honduras look pretty. It wasn't.
This photo makes Honduras look pretty. It wasn’t.
On the way to Choluteca, Honduras
On the way to Choluteca, Honduras
Chase's helmet after a 15 minute bug-mine-field. I had my dark visor mounted so I had to wear my light sunglasses to see in the dark. I couldn't wait for a picture to get the bugs out of my face when we stopped.
Chase’s helmet after a 15 minute bug-mine-field. I had my dark visor mounted so I had to wear my light sunglasses to see in the dark. I couldn’t wait the extra 5 seconds for chase to take a pic of me.. I had to debugify right when we stopped.
Stopping for directions and a horribly drawn map to navigate the city.
Stopping for directions and a horribly drawn map to navigate the city.
Treating ourselves to something nice for a job well done.
Treating ourselves to something nice for a job well done. Fried egg, beans, chicken, rice and cheese w/tortillas of course.
$5 each for a room the size of a 3 car garage.
$5 each for a room the size of a 3 car garage.

THURSDAY JUNE 27TH – DAY 22 – CHOLUTECA, HONDURAS – NICARAGUA – LA CRUZ, COSTA RICA

Waking up it was an hour or so to the Nicaraguan border. Another day. Another 2 border crossings and one entire country knocked off our list.

We both recognize that at this speed we can’t ‘truly’ appreciate a country. It’s true. But in this way we’ll have more time to appreciate South America.

Our grand exit from Honduras was marked with 2-foot-deep pot hole mine fields littering the highway. I felt like a skier going through the moguls. It was pretty interesting to look ahead and see oncoming semis swerving left and right into your lane to avoid the potholes. Crossing into Nicaragua was pretty uneventful. Similar to all the others.

My observations of Nicaragua. The people have enough money to buy bicycles, Honduras NO. More Volcanoes, more green stuff everywhere, and big lakes. We didn’t make any real detours through Nicaragua. In part because we were stopped on three occasions by corrupt police officers pulling retarded infractions out of their butts. I was so annoyed, I just wanted to get to Costa Rica. The first stop was just a “routine stop” they held us while they thought of something we did wrong but they came up blank. The second stop was for chase following the car in front of him too closely. I didn’t get all the info from the cop BUT I WAS IN FRONT OF HIM. The cop started out at $100 and then I came back to see what his deal was. I laughed at him and threw him a $20 and we got on our way. The third stop occured when I saw our fellow travelers we met on the Baja Ferry on the highway. I pulled up nearer to their SUV and honked my horn; in my excitement I wasn’t watching for the freaking POE-POES. $10 and a whole bunch of stern warnings and fake threats from the cop and we were on our way. I was glad to get to Costa Rica. $35 for insurance and we were set loose in the country. We stopped at the nearest city and soon discovered, everything is practically American prices. This is the worst country of them all! Chase and I reminisced about our beloved Guatemala after paying $12 each for the crappiest hotel of the trip.

Getting swarmed with the local "bike watchers" at the Nicaraguan border before I could even get my helmet off.
Getting swarmed with the local “bike watchers” at the Nicaraguan border before I could even get my helmet off.
The smoking Volcano Masaya
The smoking Volcano Masaya
Standing on the shores of Lake Managua
Standing on the shores of Lake Managua
Standing on the shores of Lake Nicaragua
Standing on the shores of Lake Nicaragua, ..pretty similar to Lake Managua but BIGGER
Standing in the doorway of the Police Outpost awaiting the jury...a short, fat corrupt nicaraguan cop.
Standing in the doorway of the Police Outpost awaiting the jury…a short, fat corrupt nicaraguan cop.
Meeting up with our fellow traveler friends we met on the ferry to Mainland Mexico.
Meeting up with our fellow traveler friends we met on the ferry to Mainland Mexico.

FRIDAY JUNE 28TH – DAY 23 – LA CRUZ, COSTA RICA – JACO, COSTA RICA

BEST first half of the day followed by the WORST. First thing in the morning we took a road prohibited to all vehicles except those with “extreme off-road” capabilities. We traveled 10 miles through the santa rosa national park to the a surf spot called “witch’s rock.” We didn’t have surfboards, so it was the off-road journey to the beach that motivated our quest. A few hours traveling through the jungle and swimming in a pristine and isolated beach was a fantastic detour.

We got back on the road only to get caught in a never-ending downpour. It started out uncomfortable in the warm weather but by the second hour it became a mind game of blocking out the pain. Our original plan was to make it to a beach where we could camp, but the rain soaked our camp gear and with it our hopes of camping comfortably. At a gas station we decided to call it quits and headed for a nearby coastal town called Jaco. It turned out to be a great stop. Jaco is a little surf town that seems to thrive entirely on foreign surfers. We got a cheap hotel and I paid $5 bucks for a board to use the next morning.

On our way to Witch's Rock
On our way to Witch’s Rock
Costa Rican Jungle cruisin'
Costa Rican Jungle cruisin’
One of several river crossings
One of several river crossings
Paving a new path around the trees
Paving a new path around the trees
Lovin the mud after thousands of highway miles.
Lovin the mud after thousands of highway miles.
It was a lot deeper than it looked. Thanks to the park ranger and his ATV we survived
It was a lot deeper than it looked. Thanks to the park ranger and his ATV we survived
The swamp that got me.
The swamp that got me.
Staring down a dinosaur. These Iguanas were all over the place.
Staring down a dinosaur. These Iguanas were all over the place.
Chase (Iguana Hunter)
Chase (Iguana Hunter)
All to ourselves. This is one of the beaches where the turtles show up in thousands to lay their eggs.
All to ourselves. This is one of the beaches where the turtles show up in thousands to lay their eggs.
After almost 2 hours of riding through the "rain" forest.
After almost 2 hours of riding through the “rain” forest.
Checking the conditions for the morning surf in another luxurious hotel.
Checking the conditions for the morning surf in another luxurious hotel.

SATURDAY JUNE 29TH – DAY 24 – JACO, COSTA RICA – DAVID, PANAMA

I woke up to glassy head high beachbreak and surfed for about 3 hours with just one german to keep me company. The waves were great, but the water was a little dirty from a river dumping poop a few hundred yards away. That might have been my undoing.

After Chase slept in and I had my fill of waves, we set off for Panama. The road was beautiful! The highway curved along with the Costa Rican beaches on one side and the jungle on the other. Other than that nothing of special importance during the ride. The Panamanian border crossing was the longest and most complicated yet. Somewhere during the border steps I felt my stomach feel funny. And then I knew. The next few hours or days would be unpleasant. We stopped in David, Panama and got some street hamburgers and spent the night at a hostal. I dreamt that I was sick and I woke up the next morning to see my dream come true.

Cruisin down the '1' of Costa Rica
Cruisin down the ‘1’ of Costa Rica
Costa Rican highway
Costa Rican highway
ONE second before the deluge
ONE second before another deluge
They call cheap little eateries "sodas" here in Costa Rica.
They call cheap little eateries “sodas” here in Costa Rica.
Getting our bearings during one of our many construction stops.
Getting our bearings during one of our many construction stops.
Palm trees for dayz
Palm trees for dayz
Checking out of Costa Rica
Checking out of Costa Rica
The beginning of our 3 hour Panamanian entry
The beginning of our 3 hour Panamanian entry
Rainy border crossings aren't any fun... unless you've got a cocunut.
Rainy border crossings aren’t any fun… unless you’ve got a cocunut.
Chase sporting our team's warm-ups (new rain gear).  We stopped at the 'free trade zone' between panama and costa rica and paid $13.50 for these bad boys. They work better than our 'nice' jackets.
Chase sporting our team’s warm-ups (new rain gear). We stopped at the ‘free trade zone’ between panama and costa rica and paid $13.50 for these bad boys. They work better than our ‘nice’ jackets.
Panamanian street hamburgers. DELICIOUS!
Panamanian street hamburgers. DELICIOUS!
Our luxurious dormroom accomodations
Our luxurious dormroom accomodations

SUNDAY JUNE 30TH – DAY 25 – DAVID, PANAMA – SANTIAGO, PANAMA

That morning we went to Church, just 10 blocks away from our hostal and then I felt like the grim reaper had me in his clutches. Extreme fatigue and achiness, accompanied with the usual intestinal problems. I had a gnarly fever too so I went back to the hostal to take a nap. Waking up, I felt surpisingly better but everytime I exerted myself in anyway I felt like crap. We got on the road anyways and made it to Santiago, Panama when Chase’s bike started trembling under acceleration. It should have been an easy diagnosis but in my sick and exhausted haze it took me awhile to notice that his rear sprocket was totally obliterated. So there we were…on the side of the road in the rain. Changing a sprocket (We brought an extra, because boyscouts are always prepared) while my body felt as if it suddenly aged 70 years. It’s a memory I will hold dear to my heart. We got everything sorted out and had to spend the night in the same city.

some panamanian splendor
some panamanian splendor
more panamanian splendor
more panamanian splendor
and more.
and more.
and more.
and more.
Out with the old & in with the new.
Out with the old & in with the new.
Badly beaten with sickness and motorcycle problems. Our disgusting chinese hotel was harder to enjoy.
Badly beaten with sickness and motorcycle problems. Our disgusting chinese hotel was harder to enjoy.

MONDAY JULY 1ST – DAY 26 – SANTIAGO, PANAMA – PANAMA CITY

Feeling just as crappy as the day before we set off for Panama City. We needed to get another spare sprocket now for my bike which looked like it only had a few hundred miles left on the sprocket. Poor chain maintenance had cost us a bit. We crossed the Panama Canal and took a little detour to get as close as we could before we entered the city to begin our hunt for a sprocket for a bike that isn’t really sold outside the US. It was quite a hopeless endeavour but we found one that was almost identical except it didn’t have 8 screw holes, it had 6. So we went to a machine shop to get it redrilled. We stopped later at La Casa de Carmen, a well-known hostal here in the city. Most of the guys here are from Jamaica or the Carribean. More than anything it was nice to have a place to lay down while in my sickly state.

Onwards to Panama City
Onwards to Panama City
Quick pit stop at an eastern facing Pacific Ocean beach. no waves.
Quick pit stop at an eastern facing Pacific Ocean beach. no waves.
the pretty sand on the same beach.
the pretty sand on the same beach.
30 mins outside of Panama City
30 mins outside of Panama City
The Centennial Bridge crossing over the Panama Canal
The Centennial Bridge crossing over the Panama Canal
Crossing over the Panama Canal!
Crossing over the Panama Canal!
The Canal in action. The locks were a little further to the left.
The Canal in action. The locks were a little further to the left.
Coming into Panama City
Coming into Panama City
Part of our neverending search through the city for a sprocket.
Part of our neverending search through the city for a sprocket.
We found some random dude that was willing to take us to the Kawasaki Dealership. It was a little difficult to keep up. Here he is zipping through same tamer streets on his 150cc motorcycle. Chase is getting pretty good at taking action pics on the bike!
We found some random dude that was willing to take us to the Kawasaki Dealership. It was a little difficult to keep up. Here he is zipping through same tamer streets on his 150cc motorcycle. Chase is getting pretty good at taking action pics on the bike!

At the moment I’m still trying to get the sprocket thing fixed on my bike; the guy that drilled the holes did a poor job and I need him to re-do it. We hope to leave for Colon, Colombia today to find a boat captain to take us to Colombia for a cheap price. It is the second day here waiting on sickness, sprockets, other random mechanical problems and boat captain responses, etc. Aside from that we’ve just been chillin with the Jamaicans and Carribean Islanders that live here.