In a blink of an eye, nine months were gone and the time to wave goodbye to South America has come. Back home, in the daily routine, it does not look like a lot of time. But nine months could also make a big difference. Nine months is enough time to deliver a baby, enough time to fall in love with a whole continent, to hate it and to love it again.
Nine months ago, we hit the road. We visited 3 continents, and 13 countries, we crossed 31 borders, slept in 132 different beds, and drove 51,127 kilometres. We had bad days, and we had good days.
We tried amazing dishes and we went to bed without dinner.
And after all these months, I could say that no matter the cost or the challenge, travel is always worth it, and I love it. Well, most of it.
The goodbye to South America was as interesting and memorable as everything else around us.
As probably some of you know, there is no road between Colombia and Panama. Many say that this is because the terrain is very difficult, but after seeing some of the craziest roads in South America, I would believe the ones saying the reasons are political. As a result, the North and South American continents are separated by 100 km of mountains, and marshland and are unpassable.
Of course, I checked if it is possible to cross it with a car and found some enthusiasts had made the journey in the early 70s, as well as, many who did not, and some who even died there. I did not even consider proposing it to Ivan. After our fiasco at BR-319 (see BR319 ) I think I am smarter.
After nine months we were again in Cartagena and in a couple of days we managed the documentation for our car. We locked our Fory in a container watched how it was locked and prepared to make it to North America by plane.
Wait here, it was not such an easy task. Before we locked the car in the container, it had to pass customs inspection. I have crossed many borders in my life, and this was the most diligent inspection I have ever seen. I drove the car in the middle of a huge cargo lot full of containers and was told to wait there for the customs officer. It was 40C and probably 90% humidity. After a while, the officer came, asked me to sign some papers and started the inspection. He removed the seats of the car, and all four door panels, and asked me to take out all our luggage, take everything out from the bags, open tents, sleeping bags, etc. At some point, all our stuff was spread around the car in an area about 10 by 10 meters. About two hours into the show, the officer found a nice small pocket knife in the glove box, looked at me and asked if he could have it. I was already so pissed off, that I said “No, you can’t have it”. This probably extended the inspection by two more hours.
He opened every box of medicine we had, took one pill, and tested if it is not the good white stuff. The culmination was when he took the spare tire, started preparing to open it and asked me if this is OK. I was already beyond the angry attitude, started laughing and told him that is OK, but just to make sure he puts it back together after he is done. He smiled too, stamped the documents, and prepared to leave me in the middle of all mess.
At this point, I could not resist and took my revenge. I had a couple of hidden places in the car for keeping documents and cash, which he did not find. I took him to one of the hideouts, opened it and told him “By the way, there is nothing hidden here too”. Turned out that he had a sense of humour, he just laughed and left me realizing that he was just doing his job.
It took me maybe an hour more to put everything back together in the car, but in the end, I drove Fory into the container and had it sealed.
We had five days and instead of flying from Cartagena to Panama City, we decided to make a detour and stop for two days in Toronto. After 9 months on the road, our finances were not in great shape and there were some things we could not do online or over the phone.
We booked separate airplane tickets – one from Cartagena to Bogota and one on Air Miles points from Bogota to Toronto. Separately, we booked our return tickets from Toronto to Panama City.
Ivan woke up early on July 15th by email reminding him that his flight is in two hours. What? Weren’t were supposed to fly tomorrow? The ticket from Bogota to Toronto is on the 16th of July!!!
There was nothing we could do with tickets expiring in an hour, so we just bought new ones for the next day.
Feeling to land in Toronto after nine months in South America is quite strange. For the last few mounts we have been travelling between the tropics and around the equator and I had to come back to Toronto to find out what was bothering me. It is the darkness or more specifically, the shortness of the day. At 6 pm in Peru, Columbia or Ecuador it is dark. In mid-July in Toronto, I was enjoying twilight at 9.30 pm. So, probably the best option for me will be to enjoy the summers in Canada or Alaska and the winters in Colombia or Peru.
Anyway, two days were gone like a dream and we are back at the airport again for our flight to Panama.
Early morning, we were checking our luggage on a one-way flight to Panama City. Everything looked great until the moment the Air Canada clerk said:
“Could you show me your return tickets”
“We are flying to Panama to get our car and we will drive back to Canada”
“Sorry, I cannot let you go to Panama with a one-way ticket. We have to make sure that you will return and will not immigrate to Panama”
With our luck 10 minutes before the boarding time, we were stuck at Pearson airport, with the only option to buy a return ticket to Toronto. So, we bought the most expensive refundable ticket available for CAD 3,000 per person and cancelled it once we got to Panama.
The next day we finally were reunited with our car. We spent the day driving from the ship company office to the next office, and then to the other office, and then to the third, fourth and so on offices. We filled out hundreds of forms and then looked for a copier to make 17 copies of each of them and then filled more forms and copied them again. Clearing the customs in Panama could be responsible for the deforestation of the planet. Finally, the container was opened and there HE was. Our Forry. It was like meeting an old friend.
I have to admit, we fail to pay the fee for Panama highways. We had the best intention to buy a pass for the Subaru (the rental car comes with a pass included) but after wasting half-day in the Panama transportation department our good intention turned fruitless. There is no way to purchase a temporary pass for a foreign-registered car. In the end, the transportation officer advised us:
“You have to use the back roads from Colon to Panama City or… if you drive very close to the car in front of you at the checkpoints, you can pass the barrier, together with the other car”. And since the advice was from an officer of the Ministry of Transportation, we listened. Ivan was driving the rental car and I was following awfully close with the Subaru. It worked.
Before we said goodbye to Panama City and took the long drive to Toronto, we had to visit the famous Panama Canal.
Nothing amazing, the water comes in, the ship enters the passageway, the water goes out, and the ship exit. I have no idea what all this fuss was about.
That is what one could expect as an explanation from someone with humanitarian education. I would have stayed there watching this engineering marvel for days…
On the last day in Panama, we stopped and hiked to the Lost Waterfall close to Boquete. If I must choose five places on our trip where I would want to live, the small village of Boquete is one of the places.
It is still close to the equator, but at 2,000 meters altitude, the climate is like a constant spring. The house we rented had a little garden where everything was blossoming. The days were pleasantly warm, and on the nights, there was a cool breeze coming from the mountain.
On the trek to the Lost Waterfalls, I finally pinpointed what was bothering me for a long time. We were the oldest people around almost everywhere we went trekking. I totally agree with Terry Pratchett – “When I was young, the world was full of old people. Not it looks to be the other way around, there are young people everywhere.”
While we were discussing with Ivan how we are the oldest people around again, we approached a small river we had to cross. There were some stones in it, Ivan jumped across stepping on the stones easily, I followed a bit slowly and more carefully. We sat on the other bank of the river enjoying the scenery and taking pictures. At this point couple of young boys and a girl showed up. One of the boys passed the river, but the other one and the girl could not make it and the entire party turned around and left. We looked at each other and said – well, oldies but goodies.
Hey guys, wonder why you decided to put an end to your blog here, with so many thousands of kms to go? Cheers!
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We did it all the way back to Canada but we are very slow with the blog. It’s coming 🙂