Not really the end of the World...

While I think it is exceptionally wicked that we have ridden our bikes as far as you can go from Fredericton (without a plane or boat), I have a few observations that make me giggle, and disappointed at the same time.

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.

Pedro