Friday, December 31, 2010
Wishing everyone everything of the best for the New Year and wish we could be with you celebrating.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
We had a fairly short ride from Ibarra, Ecuador to Quito where we were going to spend Christmas. On the way to Quito we crossed a milestone in our journey – the Equator, moving from the Northern Hemisphere to the Southern Hemisphere so we had to stop off at one of the monuments in Ecuador – apparently there are 3 in total. We got to the monument around 9am, and were fortunate as we were the only ones there so had the entire place to ourselves and the young lady was nice enough to let us take our bikes in for a few photo’s. The next time we will cross the Equator back into the Northern Hemisphere will be in Africa. Even though we are now in the Southern Hemisphere, we are still high up in the Andes and the last few days have been a bit chilly in the mornings and evenings. The sun comes out during the day, and without fail, it pours every afternoon for a few hours.
|Angela (northern) & Daryll (southern) hemisphere|
|Basillica in Quito|
|Ice cream in the Square on Christmas Day|
By the way, Paul used to work for BMW Corporate and is kind of semi-retired at the moment and gets a new BMW 1200GS every season to ride and returns it during the off season only to get another new bike the following season. Tough, I know.
|Daniel & Mario - Quito riders|
|Christmas dinner with Shane & Paul|
New photos added to the Ecuador photo album.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
A short clip of our police escort out of Manizales.
Riding the Colombian Highlands from Daryll Naidu on Vimeo.
We stayed at the Casa Blanca Hostel in Cali, a well visited hostel by bike travelers; so much so they have their very own Wall of Fame of photos of many of the bike travelers that have passed through here. Three doors down from the hostel, was a bike shop where I had the rear tire on Angela’s bike replaced and a new set of brake pads put on my bike. Bikes are almost ready to go for South America, an oil change is due in another 2K km. We also met Sammy, another biker from Montreal that is finishing off a year motoring around South America before heading back home. Sammy joined us to the grocery store where we had something quick to eat. Our favorite food in Colombia has been Empenada de Pollo, so that’s what we had and Sammy ordered a 1/4 chicken and instead of cutlery got a pair of plastic gloves to eat the chicken with.
As we were leaving Cali, a local biker pulled up alongside us and went through the usual questions (where are you from, where are you going, what bikes are those etc.) He then offered to lead us out of the city. We talked whilst in traffic and he mentioned that he owned a bike shop and if we needed anything done to the bikes. I thanked him for the offer but declined, however he took us by his shop and offered us breakfast. We had just eaten, so had some freshly squeezed orange juice instead. That’s Colombian hospitality for you. It was on to Popayan and we went through some breathtaking scenery once again. Colombia’s roads are well maintained as many of the roads are tolled and fortunate for us, motorcycles don’t have to pay and ride straight through on the side. As usual, it rained for the morning, but dried out in the afternoon.
Chasing Colombian Police from Daryll Naidu on Vimeo.
On the way into Popayan, we stopped at a gas station to get some directions to our Hostel and Darren an Australian guy with his partner Alexandria pull up and start chatting. Darren did a trip around South America 2 years ago so we chatted about bikes for a bit. Popayan is an interesting little town – all of the buildings around the Centro are all painted white, with the odd beige building thrown in. Christmas shopping was in full swing and the square was buzzing with life. After dinner, we wondered around to get a bit of the festive feel.
|Church in Popayan|
|Playing in mud|
New photos added to the Colombia photo album.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
We crossed into Ecuador today and will be heading to Quito to spend Christmas. We’ve had a few big riding days thus far and hence haven’t had time to put everything down onto the blog. We have a few free days in Quito, so will get back on track. We wanted to wish all our family and friends and ardent followers a Merry Christmas and everything of the best for the New Year. Hope you enjoy the turkey.
Monday, December 20, 2010
It was sad to say goodbye to our new friends (Beatriz & family, Andre) and to our “old” friends (Naomi & Alberto heading North) in Bogota after such intense days filled with side-splitting laughter and fun. We went to bed laughing in our sleep and believed that even our toes were smiling for these photos. We were however eager to start riding again and to explore the great outdoors of Colombia.
So far Colombia seems like “bike heaven”. There are so many motorcycles here and not just small 150cc bikes but big, beautiful, powerful bikes. Yesterday we met a cardiologist and his shiny new Yamaha Super Tenere – a hot new 1200cc not yet available in North America. Everyone in Colombia so far have been wearing helmets (unlike Mexico & Central America) and most seem to wear gear. In the last couple days of riding we have encountered about 10 toll roads but the fees do not apply for motorcyclists and there are convenient little alleyways built up the right hand side of the toll booths to escape any lineup or obligation. According to law your license plate number needs to appear in stickers on the back of your motorcycle helmet and most people also wear vests with these numbers imprinted on it as well.
It came as no surprise to us then when on our way out of Bogota we were stopped on the side of the highway by a motorcycle traffic police officer. He was super nice and pointed out that we did not have our numbers on the back of our helmets. When Daryll cheerfully explained that we were tourists and didn’t have numbers the officer just smiled, and tilted his head like he had no arguments (especially with us poor-Spanish speaking foreigners) and motioned us on our way. At the next gas station Daryll pulled out our dollar store stickers (which we used previously to “extend” the date on our license plates) and added our license plate numbers to the back of our helmets. It will at least give police one less reason to pull us over.
We had a long, windy, painfully slow but beautiful, full-day ride to Manizales. There was a great deal of construction on the roads and clean up from recent mud slides. The roads were always climbing or descending huge green mountains and we often got stuck behind semi trailers and dump trucks. I bustled up my courage several times to pass these mammoth vehicles on yellow solid-line curves, starting while barely moving forward in first gear. Likewise traffic coming in the opposite direction would do the same thing and a couple of times I rounded a corner only to find a bus or semi trailer coming towards me, in my lane, passing another vehicle. Only once did I have to come to a complete stop to give a truck enough space to finish it’s pass and I always focused on finding the bit of pavement to the outside of the truck. “Where you look is where you go” and I did not want to become part of the truck. Just to ease the potential heart attacks my parents may have while reading this, it wasn’t actually all that dangerous as we were mostly moving in slower speeds 20 – 40 km in these situations and it was all very “controlled”. I think we rode through every type of climate and temperature that day. Several times throughout the day I had to turn on my heated grips to keep warm in the dense mountain mist and then on the flip side sometimes the sun beat down so hard I had to open every vent in my gear and looked for more layers of clothing to remove. The mountainous scenery was absolutely spectacular. The height of the mountains and the depth of the valleys were unbelievable and I often couldn’t see to the bottom - kind of like Avatar in 3D.
|Coffee Plantations as far as the eye can see|
When we arrived in Manizales Daryll had to stop at a Tour, Travel & Logistics company called Colombia57 so that he could pick up some replacement parts he had had shipped to them and we had to locate their office before they closed for the weekend. This is where we met Simon who graciously offered to let us park our bikes at his condo for the night, reserved us a room at a local hostel and organized a cab to whisk us away for some much needed showers, a solid sleep and some hot food. For dinner I had the best Hawaiian pizza I have ever consumed (I attribute it to the fresh yummy pineapple here) and for breakfast delicious coffee and a pastry-like, light cheese bagel. When we returned the next morning to pick up our bikes, we took photos of the snow covered mountains that surrounded Simon’s condo in the distance.
On our way out of Manizales we stopped for gas and air and confirmed with the attendant the direction we needed to travel to reach our next destination. When three motorcycle police officers on 2 bikes pulled into the gas station, I tried to act invisible again because I didn’t want any hassle about not wearing proper vests or having unofficial stickers on our helmets. The gas guy mentioned to the cops that we were heading towards Cali and they came over and offered to show us out of town! We began to snake our way down the switch-backed highway through the middle of the city, weaving in and out of traffic and whirling through traffic circles. I felt rather lawless and reckless as the posted speed limit was 40 km/hr, we traveled at about 60 km/hr and the officers were at least doing 80 km/hr. Suddenly I looked in my rear-view mirror and noticed flashing red and blue lights coming from another motorcycle cop behind me, and I frantically pointed to the police bike in the distance in front of me. I got a “thumbs up” from the officer with the flashing lights behind me and then realized one of the original police bikes had dropped back behind me and wasn’t trying to pull me over but instead created a little speeding parade! We swerved down the mountains, slowing only for construction detours to the other side of the highway and gravel patches. I felt like we were a political convoy riding straight into the middle of the earth as we were traveling down so far. I thought the officers were going to ride us all the way to Cali and realized why they had offered to take us out of town – because the road leading there was so much fun! After 25 km they stopped at a gas station and pointed us in the right direction. We thanked them immensely for their lead and their curved highway and they explained that the road to Cali was straight from there on out. I guess that’s why they decided to “get back to work”. I was so impressed with their kindness.
Once reaching the PanAm highway the officers were right about it being straight to Cali but since the road was pot-hole and animal free the speed limits went all the way up to 100 km/hr. We definitely took advantage and liberated our throttles with some speed since we had been so constrained in our last few countries and clearly in Colombia police did not take issue with speed.
When we arrived in Cali we navigated our way, thanks to Daryll’s GPS, to the infamous biker hostel of Casa Blanca where Daryll was whisked away by cliental of the adjacent motorcycle mechanic shop, and made appointments to change my reaR tire and replace both brake pads on his bike. We decided to chill here for 3 days, catch up on our blog, make some future travel plans and Skype with some dear friends and family. At night we had dinner at the neighbouring motorcycle themed restaurant called Roosters where for the first time in Colombia we were disappointed by the food. Our order of nachos literally turned out to be a handful of Doritos with melted cheese on top. The 2 for 1 beer however did make up for this minor disappointment.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
It has been a week since our last update and we are now safely in Colombia, South America. After the failed attempts on reaching our boat, we had decided to fly the bikes and ourselves from Panama City to Bogota, Colombia. Flying is the most expensive option of getting the bikes across the Darien Gap. We always had budgeted to fly and if we managed to get a sail boat, the saving was going to be a bonus for our budget; however it is always good to have a Plan B.
As we had only decided to fly both the bikes and ourselves at the last minute, we hadn’t made any arrangements for the bikes or booked flights for ourselves. The four of us (Naomi, Alberto included) were literally going to wing it. I had read that in order to have the bikes air shipped, one would have to drain the gas and disconnect the battery. So on the day before, I decided to drain some gas out of both bikes and thought that I had left a sufficient amount to get us to the air cargo terminal, close to the airport. Well you know were this is going. On the way to the airport, Angela’s bike runs out of gas and she pulls over into a bus stop area. Naomi had given her gas away that she had in the jerry can that she carries, so I borrow the jerry can and go back a few km’s to the gas station that we just past and fill up $1.00 worth of gas. The attendant looked strangely at me for filling up a $1.00 and wished I had filled up $2.00 worth. So back I go and empty the gas into Ang’s bike and leave a bit in the jerry can as I had a nagging feeling that I was going to need it soon. We only went a few km’s further when my bike stops. Yup, that 35L gas tank of mine was now out. So I empty the few milliliters from the jerry can into my tank and prey that we make it to the Girag offices. Lesson to oneself – drain gas at the shipping place instead of prior. Once there, the waiting game began. We had to wait for the lady that takes care of shipping bikes to arrive.
|Angela shrink wrapping her bike|
|Killing time with alcohol|
Once we had confirmation that the bikes had landed, we had to have them cleared through customs and finally we were able to get them ready to leave which was an ordeal in itself. Cargo warehouses are set-up for cargo going from a loading dock directly onto the back of a truck and not for motorcycles. The staff set-up a make shift ramp for us to ride down to get onto street level. Clip courtesy of André - I ride both our bikes down the ramp.
Exiting Air Cargo Terminal from Daryll Naidu on Vimeo.
Our bikes were totally out of gas, so André headed off in the dark to find us a gas station and bring us a gallon of gas in the jerry can. He had gone a long time but finally returned with some gas for us to get going again. We were all really worried as it was now dark. While waiting at the terminal, another gentleman was also waiting for his goods and offered to lead us back to our apartment as Bogota traffic is a nightmare, let alone trying to navigate in the dark.
We decided to stay for a few more days in Bogota to recover from the last week and managed to visit the Plaza and Palace area. Xmas is in full swing and there is an ice-rink set up in the Plaza. Colombia has a reputation, however whilst walking around, we never felt threatened or in fear of our safety. The downtown core was bustling and the comfort of police officers and army officers on every corner put us at ease. As we wondered around the Palace, we came across a bomb explosive guy with his golden retriever and we couldn’t help ourselves but stop and take photos of the two of them. Beatriz and her family were extremely generous and hospitable and her cousin Alejandro took me to a bike shop where I had the brake pads on Ang’s bike replaced one of our free days. Following him through traffic was insane as he weaved his Honda Veradero through downtown Bogota traffic. Beatriz, her brother Felipe and her sister Virginia also took us to an upscale mall where we walked through one of the famous restaurants Andres de Res. It was on 4 floors with each floor decorated in a different theme and all the fittings were hand-made at their own workshop. We ended up having dinner at a market place and it was the most amazing meal I’ve had. Colombian food is amazing and it is about the best so we’ve had so far.
|A well trained Golden|
P.S. If anyone reading this has a Cardo Scala Q2 bike-to-bike communicator or can help us, we need some help. One of our units isn’t taking a charge and therefore cannot be used. Communication with each other is so vital for us and we cannot do without it.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
After receiving confirmation and encouragement from our boat captain that we would be able to ride unobstructed all the way to Carti, the four of us Daryll, Naomi, Alberto and I set off at 7 am to catch our boat. Seventy-five kilometers later we arrived at the same Police blockade controlling the road that we had encountered the day before. This time we were not taking no for an answer. Alberto, in his fluent Spanish and swift strategy, decided to tell the officers that we were going to visit a motorcycle friend just past the blockade and that our “friend” was going to meet us to take us to his “non-flooded ranch”. The police bought our story and let us pass through the blockade.
The four of us had agreed earlier that before we maneuvered our motorcycles through any potentially hazardous situations that we would stop and assess the situation, and definitely not put ourselves in any danger. We however did not want to be stopped by a fickle road blockade and by people who had not actually experienced the road conditions themselves and who were simply reporting on hearsay. After the blockade the road swiftly became full of potholes and while we stopped to put on our rain gear, we noticed the flooded forest beside us.
About 25 km past the road block we came upon our challenge. It was a standing river, flooded over the road, about 2 feet deep, mid-thigh level. After we watched a small 4 x 4 truck drive straight through, we discussed the possibility of pot-holes and getting water in the exhaust, and then Alberto jumped on his bike and started to drive through the river.
photo by Naomi
Three quarters of the way through he purposely killed his engine as he was losing power, and did not want to risk sucking up water. Daryll and I splashed through the river to help him push his bike up the small hill on the other side. Although we were tired from the effort, and our boots and motorcycle gear were full of water, we realized it wasn’t that bad (kind of fun actually for 9:15 am on a Friday) so we were willing to do the same with the other three bikes. The only problem we had was that Alberto’s bike was having trouble starting again now that we got it to the other side. We decided to simply push the other 3 bikes all the way through the river and give Alberto’s spark plugs time to dry out. We covered our exhausts with plastic bags and Daryll pushed and steered our bikes through the river while Naomi and I pushed from behind. In the water we noticed spiders walking along the surface and snakes swimming to the top. We tried not to think about the potential of disease as clearly Naomi and I were having a good time (compared to Daryll and Alberto).
photos by Alberto
We were quiet ecstatic when all four bikes were on the other side of the river as we emptied our boots and tried to assist Alberto in getting his bike running again.
We were concerned about the condition of the up-hill dirt road through the mountains to the coast that we still had to encounter but we inquired with the emergency vehicles and police trucks that passed and everyone seemed to confirm that our particular road would be passable but the mud may take us 3 hours or so to get through. Everyone we met were super supportive and encouraging and nobody seemed to question our presence in the area other than to inquire if we needed any help. One police officer pulled out a string of about 30 little connected packages, I thought he was handing me condoms at first (ha, ha), but then I realized they were water purification tablets. He went on to explain how to obtain 10 liters of safe drinking water from each package and asked me to share them with my friends. I was quite touched by his gesture. I took them but pictured myself leaving this valuable resource with one of the locals as we boarded our boat. As we worked to drain Alberto’s spark plugs and jump start his bike, we watched trucks loaded with people and possessions drive to the other side of the river. We saw men, women and children fleeing with live chickens and TVs and an emergency pontoon boat was dispatched on our side of the river to help with the crossing, as crew distributed candy. It seemed a bit crazy that we were working so hard to get deeper into a community evacuated due to flooding, but in order for us to cross the Darien Gap with our 4 motorcycles we were adamantly pursuing one of only two options. When a 4 x 4 private vehicle coming in the opposite direction stopped to tell us that the port was closed, the San Blas Islands were under an evacuation order, and that Fitz the boat captain had canceled our sailing, our whole plan changed. The lady kindly let us borrow her cell phone and Naomi confirmed with Fitz that we should return to Panama City as presently it was too rough to sail and he had actually damaged his rudder under the sever weather conditions and it would take a week to fix.
As we were digesting this new information and continuing repairs on Alberto’s dead bike, we realized the river we had to turn around and re-cross had actually risen significantly – about half a foot higher than our last crossing. And then it began to rain again. Besides Alberto’s dead bike, my bike was of the next concern as it is the lowest of all the bikes. During this re-cross we were no longer worried about getting water into my exhaust but the concern was now getting water in my air intake, located just below the bike’s seat. To test the depth of the rising water, we pushed Daryll’s bike back across the river first and the water just about engulfed the height of his entire wheel. As the water continued to rise and the rain continued to fall even harder, the urgency of getting the bikes back across the river increased. Smaller trucks that were crossing the river began to stall in the middle of it and some of them had their front fenders bent due to the force of the water they were pushing. Daryll and Naomi brought my bike back across the river next and we tested their efforts by starting my bike which purred to life effortlessly. As Alberto took apart his bike under a tarp, Daryll moved our gear back across the water. Since the emergency personal and boat was not actively being used to move evacuees at that moment they happily agreed to ferry our stuff across the water.
The emergency people were so amazingly kind, they offered to feed us lunch and even apologized for the weather!
Once Naomi and then Alberto crossed their bikes back over the river, the volunteer mechanics which were standing by, agreed to help Alberto jump-start his bike. The issue with his bike was not the spark plugs as when he reached them, they were bone dry. First they tried pushing Alberto’s bike down a hill, which we had tried earlier on the opposite side of the river without success. Then the mechanics offered to pull Alberto behind a moving vehicle while he popped the clutch and started the bike. On the second attempt, in first gear, Alberto’s bike roared to life. The bike actually crashed once it got started but Alberto managed to stay on bike and pull in the clutch as it hit the ground so that his bike would not stall again. Now that’s commitment. By this time it was about 4 pm so we were so thankful that his bike was running again so we could all ride back to Panama City before night fall. We have now returned to our same hotel in Panama City – Residential Alameda which is beginning to feel like home. Our bodies are sore and we are tired but we have now been inspired to look into the option of flying to Colombia.
**Special shout out to Naomi’s parents reading our blog for the photos – welcome, we’re having a great time!
New photos added to the Panama photo album. Marked photos courtesy of Naomi and Alberto.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
The fact that we have internet access must say something already.
We awoke to some nice warm weather for a change this morning and had high hope for the day to come as the sun poked through the cloud cover. We got our bikes packed and hit the Pan-American Hwy towards the Darien. Our friends Naomi and Alberto needed to go to the bank and change some money so we arranged to meet them at the boat pick-up point. We took the toll road out of Panama City towards the airport and beyond. About an hour into the ride, it started to rain and didn’t look good in the distance.
As usual, we pull over to the side of the road, put our rain gear on and continue, but only for another few minutes till we get to a police blockade. There are a few police officers milling around and several people out of their vehicles looking distressed. I check with the one officer and he says that the road to Carti has been closed for a day and he isn’t letting anyone through. In the mean time, he takes down the license of other drivers and lets them pass. Apparently these people are going to towns before out turn-off and the road is fine till then. I ask a few people standing around when they think the road will re-open and they all shrug their shoulders. This isn’t looking good.
|Stopped in our tracks|
|Some meaning looking Police|
|Angela, Jose & Naomi|
About an hour ago, we received an email from Fritz (the Captain) letting us know that we should meet at the same point tomorrow and the road was re-opened this afternoon, probably a few hours after we turned around and headed back. Damn! We will try again tomorrow.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
No, I don’t have an obsession with the Panama Canal, however wanted to illustrate the amount of rain that we have encountered over the last few days. While working on the last Blog post, Ang was watching the News and learnt that Canal traffic was halted for the first time since 1989 due to the heavy rains that have made it too dangerous for ships to navigate though the waterway. The main river and lake that the ships use to traverse the waterway reached record levels and forced authorities to cease operations today. The last time the Canal was closed was after the US invaded Panama to oust president Manuel Noriega.
Yup that’s right, today (Wed. Dec 8th) is Mother’s Day in Panama. It is a holiday with the city shutting down with only restaurants and corner stores open. There was a torrential down pour last night so we wondered across the street from our Hotel for dinner. Food and beer are cheap, be it in a grocery store or a restaurant; however still all relative. “Note to self, need to take more pictures of our meals”.
We got up this morning to more rain and it hasn’t stopped all day. A visit to Panama City wasn’t going to be complete without a visit to Casco Viejo; so despite the rain, we donned our rain gear and took a taxi over. Being Mother’s Day and combined with the rain, there were very few people out and the streets seemed almost deserted except for the police on almost every corner which made us feel that much safer. Ang and I asked politely to have our pictures taken with two different police officers and I only noticed this after the fact and once we went through the photos we had taken during the course of the day – during our initial conversation with the police officers, they were extremely friendly, smiling and talkative, but once we pointed the camera at them, their facial expressions changed becoming more serious and their hand on their firearm. Not sure what that was about.
|Trigger Happy I|
|Trigger Happy II|
|Old with New|
|Bridge of the America's|
|The Trump Tower is the curved building that towers above the others|
We’ll be out of contact for the next 6 days and hope to have another update once in Colombia.
New photos of Panama added to the photo album.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Coming into Panama City, we were awe-struck with the towering “Bridge of the America’s” that spans the Panama Canal and leads into downtown Panama City. After checking out a few hostels and hotels, we finally found one that was affordable, yet decent with secure parking. Together with our friends Naomi and Alberto, we ran around the next morning trying to figure out how we get the bikes stamped out and learnt that it was an all day affair, so finally gave up and decided to take a cab to the Canal to spend the rest of the afternoon. As always, it rained on us the entire time we were out there.
|A yacht & a Panamax fast approaching|
|Grand Diamond (a Panamax)|
|On to the next chamber|
New photos added to the Panama photo album.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
“Pura Vida” is the unofficial motto of Costa Rica and the Tico’s use it to describe their lifestyle and way of life. However, after just a few days in Panama, the term “pure life” or “just life” seems to better describe the lifestyle in Panama more aptly than it does Costa Rica based on our experiences.
Our next destination was to be Coronado, a coastal town about 90mins before Panama City. Our aim was to get on the road early and arrive at our destination before being soaked by the afternoon deluge that we had witnessed for the past few days. The Pan-American Highway from David to Coronado was something that you would find in North America, a smooth, double lane highway for most of the way. There was only one stretch with bad potholes and it happened to be the section of road that was done in concrete as compared to asphalt. What stood out was the number of police officers with radar guns that we noticed immediately after a reduction in speed sign posting They were not targeting foreigners in particular and were stopping all drivers that were over the speed limit in that section. Whether a ticket was involved, I’m not sure, but it was a good sign nonetheless. It was a long riding day. We did a total of 383km, our second longest riding day since leaving home. The sun was out for most of the morning and we were just thankful that it did not rain on us. It was the first day in over a week that it hadn’t rained whilst riding. It was a good day.
A friend of mine from Vancouver (Meaghan) had offered us her family vacation home to stay at in Coronado. Her step-brother (Jeff) and his girlfriend (Tania) had decided to move to Panama for a year and graciously hosted us at their family home. It was an unbelievable experience spending the last few days with them and hearing about their past travel experience, their decision to come to Panama and their future travel plans. They are both an amazing couple that pretty much know what they want and are getting out there and living their dream. Jeff used to be a chef in Toronto and has turned to his other passion of writing and is now a screen-writer, author and director. He has worked on a couple of music videos and made a western movie that was released on DVD. He also bought a Suzuki GN125 as a little run-about bike while in Panama and wants to do a trip across eastern Canada. So we spent a lot of time talking about bikes and going over his bike. Tania is also an artist and is an interior designer and writer and writes for several online publications. We had an amazing few days with them and cannot thank them enough for their generosity and hospitality. Thanks Meg for hooking us up.
|It's tough at times|
|Tania & Jeff|
|Tania & Angela checking out possible tent spots|
New photos added to the Panama photo album.