1. Riding east of Panama City to Santa Fe, which literally is about 50 miles from the end of the road, we got a hotel with AC, ate fries and beer for diner at a chinese restaurant, and settled into back to back episodes of Two and a Half Men on Satelite. Not exactly the remote jungle I was hoping for....
2. The perfect tarmac that lead the middle of nowhere was a bit of a let down. We got knobbies expecting the worst, but other that a few huge potholes, the road was a breeze. Maybe later I will appreciate the road, when the bike rattles apart in Mexico, but I really thought it was going to be tougher...
3. It was cool, however, actually sitting around in Yaviza, Panama, about 7000 miles from Freddy, saying: "Huh, I guess it is true, you can't really go any further...is it beer o'clock yet?"
A few pics from Panama:
The Panama Canal, a hydrologist's wet dream.
The last town at the end of the road. Kinda like Holtville, NB.
The first thing I noticed in Yaviza; a poorly designed and constructed culvert.
The second thing; kids teasing monkeys.
It was 9:30 AM in Yaviza, but it was 5 o'clock somewhere.
We are now in St. Theresa, Costa Rica on our way home. 50 miles of dirt tomorrow, then the Nicarauguan border. Should be a large day.