While staying in Boquete, I joined two French Canadians from the hostel to hike up nearby Volcan Baru. We started hiking at 11:00 p.m. in a very warm drizzle. After hiking for about six hours our small group finally made it to the summit, just in time for the sunrise. The summit was over...
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I got on the Red Donkey, turned the key and hit the start button. Nothing. This was not a good sign. After loading the bikes onto a dugout canoe and ferrying them a rather long way to a muddy shore I now had a dead bike. Apparently dragging them out of the canoe and...
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After one of the longest days of my life, complete with a flat tire, a car bomb and way too many miles to count, I finally made it to Taganga. I got to the hostel a bit after 10:00 p.m., with Brian understandably wondering what exactly happened to me. I was exhausted. We wandered...
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A Colombian holiday and my bike repairs in Cali resulted in me being one day overdue to meet my friend Brian, in Bogota. So, I decided to do the ride from Cali to Bogota in one very long day. Before I left, I asked a bunch of people how long the ride would take. ...
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After about four months and 11,000 miles of riding, I finally made it to Colombia; the land of Shakira, the FARC, amazing fruit, great scenery and fantastic motorcycling. Once upon a time, when I described the trip I was about to take to people at home, they usually looked at me with horror when...
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