Last night we had a drink together in the sweltering heat eating the shelled peanuts Rocky brought. He used to bring lots of biltong and Cashew Nuts on these trips but all of a sudden he brings peanuts in the shell, so we have to work to get the 2 nut outmode the shell, therefore forcing us to eat slower and therefore we take in less calories, or that is his theory.
I did not have the strength to stay awake for the dinner the Surfer-Boys were cooking us as they were in no hurry to eat early and I needed to drink my meds and ly down. Thankfully the room had an air-con that was set at 24 degrees, which was ice cold as we are so used to 40 degree heat during the day. I had hot and cold sweats during the night and at one stage woke-up shaking with cold, so I turned the zircon up to 28 degrees which still seemed very cool.
This morning we once again woke up early and went walking around the town looking for some coffee which we discovered will only be available at 8h00, so we had 2 hours to kill and walked around the little surfers town. The waves in Pavones are rated as the 2nd best Left-Break Wave surfing destination in the world. Even the Municipal Electrical Meter-box has a Sufers-look to it.
As I missed dinner last night and burned lots of calories sweating and running to the toilet last night I was really looking forward to a nice breakfast, but the menu item “Health Breakfast” looked much different in Milsy’s mind when he order us each a Health Breakfast:
While a chomped through the lettuce cursing Milsy we at least had a tranquil look at the birds eating. There are so many different birds here apart from all the types of parrots we have seen:
I was still not feeling well this morning and discovered during the night that one of the Meds I took thinking it was Sudafed or Sinotab must have been meds for Constipation, which I did not have, but the meds were definitely effective, in future I will stick sellotape over the labels of all my meds so that I will be able to read the labels many many kilometres later after been rubbed and shaken together.
I then stood on a Fire-ants Nest while packing my bike, so it looked as if my luck was taking it time to change.
The road we took which lead us to the border was on a very bad gravel road and for half an hour we were shaken and our Sport-Bras tested. Milsy has his GPS set on “Shortest Distance” and mine is set on “Fastest Route” so even if the GPS sees the bad cobblestone road is 100m shorter it will recommend that route even though you will take 30 minutes longer. We arrived in the border town from the side and missed the exit from Costa Rica, so we had to back-track and exit Costa Rica properly and then go through the lengthy process of importing our bikes into Panama, but 2 hours later we were through which was must faster than the average 5 hours per crossing the previous 6 countries had taken us.
Once we crossed into Panama we found ourselves on a highway, which after the previous two days roads was nice for a while, it did become boring and when we stopped at a traffic light Tex said he has found a town off the main road where we could go for lunch, called Boca Chica (Small Mouth.) We then discovered this little fishing town was full of cars, residence had home-made signs out offering parking for $3 per day, but we did not see any people. We had lunch at a little restaurant and then went in search for fuel, but the only little fuel-pump was open but the owner was not available and the lady from the shop was told she can’t pump fuel. A policeman told us to go to the Marina where there was fuel.
The gate was closed but soon Carlos arrived and filled our bikes. He spoke good English and had a great personality and he invited us for coffee at his house and to have a look at the map and to work out a nice route for us.
We heard from him that the Carnival that was on in Panama for 4 days was not happening in Panama City but along the coast in a small town, and that the main ceremony is tomorrow then the “Sardine is Burried.” He said that Panama City was empty and that we should go and watch the Sardine being buried.
Carlos phoned and found us accommodation at some “Cabanas” on route to the Carnival and we set off on the nicest little road.
But we lost two hours crossing the border plus Panama is 1 hour ahead of Costa Rica, so we started running out of daylight. We rode through many villages and everyone was sitting on camping chairs at the road with the kids playing in the road and the dogs running around between the kids, so the going was slow.
Every little village had their own little party with loud music and lots of music and bracing of meat.
u must keep on putting a pic of the map of the days route
Dankie vir die kaart!