Llegaaaaaaamooooosssss .... if we get one here will be to South America !...( Gualeguaychú believed that, at our house? ... Pa 'that probably a year more ...).
Met again the beautiful city of Cartagena de Indias, the northernmost point of South America, lejisimo of Argentina, but much closer. Closer
because we end up with all the movement bureaucratic, economic and tax generated by the failure to cross the famous cap "Darien".
It is difficult to believe, but our experience has made it clear that the 100 km of forest between the americas are the biggest obstacle for travelers in vehicles with 4 wheels. A real wall to the flow of Latino culture.
With the "if" Helvio, and "ok" Feber, one in Miami and one in Cartagena, announced that same afternoon our withdrawal from the land "policies." Boys ... we must celebrate!
To organize a calibrated Falcon comidita as Michelle, who actually organized it ..? Buy for the classic spaghetti with tomato sauce, baratitito cheapie to reach the buttocks together to Puerto Limon. Began the days of recession flag. From the Caribbean coast of Costa Rica'd get the ship in the container and would travel by sea to Cartagena while we we faced to Panama City to take the cheapest flight to take us to Colombia.
The dismissal was with friends from San Jose. The race always ready to celebrate, exchange rates and postal services. * The black Pao, Michelle Paris, race, rastaman and flag.
pa That night was not sleeping, so each one is fired and after selecting the clothes they would continue and that that ... I was! .. we 6 and 30 o'clock in the morning. Amazing for us but we needed to disengage from traffic in San Jose to arrive early at the port. The idea was to finish the paperwork at noon, to beach to afternoon and then cross over to Panama in the early evening. Ahhh
beautiful the plan ... now drinking mate at dawn with a good joint with good musiquita, vamonosss!
Puerto Limón, beautiful ... I had recommended to go with patience ... thank you, good recommendation. in the Caribbean is a different pace. Not better or worse, a matter of taste and quality of life, but it is undisputed that here on the coast ... relajao '.
What in Colombia for nearly two years we took a morning, in Limon, a small port, it took three intense days. The first of a great time traveling without our home.
turns out that the office is 9 miles from where it is shipping the car to the container, and shipping about 4 km from where the container gets. Here
not centralized, everyone gets a bit of cake making this system, a major headache.
The first day just moving in a phone call to check shipping was true that "these two" really are going to pay for shipping your car to Colombia.
The second we said goodbye to the alluvium in the fiscal warehouse, which in reality are intermediaries between shippers and customs, and government agencies for-profit private course. Are responsible for receiving questionable conteiners and tell the office, 9 km at the end of the town ... "here everything is ok ... these are clean, no mae Colombia."
We put the car in the container blessed, no one checked anything ... no problem ... customs to 9 km. nice thing was when we learned that now had to do the famous "9 miles" to the village to sign a consent customs bullshit that the container is clean, without seeing, to return to the store to bring the papers with the stamp tax warranty, and have the paperwork ready.
We started doing finger, a hard pace for those used to the comfort and safety of the '70s. In Limon we ride to travel several times the 9 km and then to go forward every day to look after Panama. Had to save and Marimbha be rejected by the drivers. The procedures completed late and we needed to leave the port that night. There was a good climate, shady deals and easy money, but expensive for parsley falling there to do their great embarkation of merchandise.
cool of the evening snapped out with a boy who was to deliver a rental car near the border so no doubt the Marimbha hit the jump without lifting the partridge and all inside. Raffle
So the first hurdle with the dog, had tried to board the bus that left us on the border with Panama, but the bus driver did not take the bold, are used to dealing with wild animals.
We reached a small little beach near the border, there was nothing, pure dealer, selling sex and zero localia. Such payments are frequently visited by tourists Anglo. You have to give what they want - is heard crowing.
spent the night in a hostel of course, wanting to open up and announce it as a hotel for their high costs.
The next day we left early and gave no chance to enjoy the beautiful beach, the order came just 10 days, days are paid late and we were still warehousing leeeeeeeejos of Cartagena.
After trying to get a ride to the border Sixaola with a sun that broke his skull, came relaxed bus driver had no problem in that the Marimbha be included in the world of men (clearly talking about FA ...).
The problem now in this second stage of the crossing to South America, was the Marimbha. Had to deal with people who do not accept animals, with bus drivers, with the customs of Panama asked
- "that dog is yours? ... Eyyy eyyy gentlemen ... that dog is you? - "No! ...
official .- We Pa'lante a safe passage to avoid questioning and requests for papers. Those who say that this dog healthy, bold, beautiful ... with a brilliance that fundamentalists glaring up class divisions, that bitch is ... who else says it is. The seudoseguridad of uncertain identity that assures them of what is before their eyes.
* On our first visit to Antigua in Guatemala, met an old "rainbow power" of the era of the '70s, because it looked glorious glory, not money.
type in the city was famous for his looks clear, no? ... Barefoot in a sarong multicorlor referring to his madness, a leather vest, leather ... but, two meters zancazos bones to the narrow lanes of the old, with long gray hair fastened by a wind worn and dirty rainbow but rainbow.
El gringo told me something interesting, of course ... we shared a baretika and told me he left the U.S. without papers. With the job, 30 years ago.
The guy walked the earth, mother nature, and across political and economic borders in the middle of the field, or swimming if needed. Then
asked as to when the police grabbed him. Imagine that with this painting, that it should happen often and that the training institutions and comptroller postmodern economic purposes, not accept such a free sample.
The gringo was telling the cops that carried no documentation establishing their identity, because even he knew who he was. All the time new experiences that left a mark on his life were causing personality changes. Only those few friends who have heard it will know to tell you more or less, which is roughly the identity of this character.
Today the government only cares about such a number, a soldier of his army, an employee over the bureaucratic system that keeps your whims. No longer interested in what one is but it looks like, only to load almost instantaneso prejudice save us the trouble of knowing.
He identified with things that only her friends know, so it was not necessary to load a book issued by the official No. 2,765,789 by the Nixon Administration of "legal faith" (very different), and security of who whom. Otherwise I'd be lying to the officers, better face to face ... we know.
The guy spent days in border cells or knowing the personal commissioners of police, judicial system, municipal, etc, until they managed to find the humanity of the traveler.
use those days to recover kilos, get along lines to make friends and get the rhythm of the city on duty. Lord
vealelo the positive ...
snapped out of control ... We walked by the sun and remained under the hot sun for the Marimbha not come and betray us. She remained in the shadows hiding his black cloak and looking at these jerks who are making your skins etch paperwork. had put all the cards to arrive in Panama with the illegal dog ... not for whom or why, but ... things of civilization.
Burdened by temperature and humidity we Almirante, facing the islands of Bocas del Toro. We bought tickets to travel by bus direct to Panama City. The ticketero assured us that the dog would have its specific location allocated for pets to travel the 800-odd miles to Miami Central. "
turns out Caribbean after a nap on the floor terminal Admiral, got our bus to the capital. When boarding began problems.
The driver would not accept any terms that the trip into the bus Marimbha nor within the broad trunk. The only place available for the bold was in the engine compartment on the end of the bus, stuck to the noisy diesel engine bus. But to sleep on the way to go little by little traveling such a distance. Argued
meet company standards, capital certainly cold and insensitive. Now ... to bring empty bottles of foreign brands is no problem.
Panama City We arrived at 5 and 30 in the morning after traveling more than ten hours by bus, which stopped only three times to get the Marimbha of this torture chamber. Passed by a high stress, but aguntó jacket. We went straight to the house of the Russian, a friend from the time we were a month in Panama.
We felt that we could calm down but ... we arrived at dawn on Sunday, dodging drunks and pre payments whistled from below and who lives on the 5th floor in front of the Veneto Casino.
The Russian in his deep sleep stunned the brothel of the "Via Veneto" we heard. The call and did not understand anything so we decided to go out and find housing right away. The odyssey is not over.
With the warmth of Panamanian morning we walked across the city looking for accommodation we accept a dog that shits and pisses even inside a house.
The walk ended in the last guest of the historic center where they let us stay, only because it was the owner at that time. It's about time we take a center.
In a room of about 6 people, choose bed and "marucha" of a stepped down to rest all day. Was exhaustive, limp walking, full of dirt that came through the mudguard of the bus, grooming cuts that revealed a struggle for freedom for long hours.
slept from noon until night to go out to eat and take back to the hostel. Internet
When I return to bring her food to get a big marimbha and peeled, beans and bitter to tell me that I had to get that animal in the room. The marimbha got up to eat and went back to sleep. Salami called the owner of the hostel told me to take out the dog from the hostel. Of course I went to bed and that nursing continue ...
The next day we returned to make contact with Russia, now if he understood that we were already in the city without a handle desperate asking for a little roof to endure a few days. We were about 10 days in Panama City as refugees from Russia who also bid farewell to Panama. The same day we flew to Argentina with her all the things to start back there and us to Colombia to reunion with the Flurry.
We had to whitewash the bold .... that sounds bad that right? Dale
play ...
"I sing my brother a little piece of black history in our history ... gentleman, and reads:
In the 1600's, when the tyrant ordered
The streets of Cartagena, the story lived!
when I came up those African slave in chains
kissed my land
perpetual Slavery! Perpetual slavery!
A matrinomio African slaves from a English
The deal gave them very badly hit and its black!
And it was there, it was revealed the handsome Black Volume
revenge for his love and still be heard on the fence ... Do not hit me black!
Hey man, do not hit the black
Do not hit the black!
Do not hit the black
Hey, I respect that black!
Do not hit the black
He, is already being heard on the fence
Do not hit the black!
English with black soul
Do not hit the black!
Hey, it reveals the Black
I will not stick to the black!
Chapeton with brown soul
Do not hit the black! There
brown fist and slapped by
Do not hit the black! Abuser
you stick to Gema
the soul, the soul
rebienta me NO NO you do not stick to my black
by that the soul is stirred me and squeezed me
Do not hit the brown black
Because respects me!
-Joe Arroyo and Truth "" The Revolt "
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nhtn3HROvgA
bold now have their certificates of good health, immunization and all bureaucracy to cross borders without problems. We also had to buy a cage to take on the plane to Cartagena. 
* Susi and friends in Panama. 
marucha Goodnight ... goodbye to Central America. A new era about to begin. We arrived in Cartagena around midnight, did not know where we were going to end, but ... have you faith!
The taxi driver took us to the three most Marimbha cage that after an hour and a half flight, we were left to nail. We said that we stop at "El Pibe". Direct to Churrasquito
went to ask for a hand to the Pibe de Rosa. We are all dark and closed, and we began to imagine enduring a long night that the race is played and displayed something pa 'the kids.
We left the cage with the friend who always makes quickie serene and went to another restaurant flia Rosa. There also was closed, but I finally gave up asking the waiter who was cleaning the bar ...- Chief ... the kid is? ... no, no we're closed ...
-Pa ........ wanted to kill us, but it was only a second until we heard from inside the kitchen the voice of the friend who had both did for us for almost two añosatras - "stop! .. for! .. Gervasio
De flown ?.."- we hugged and then gave us peace of mind knowing that we had a room in your home until Sunday.
Luchy Gustavo and connected us to a friend Turbaco phenomenon. A fan of the bikes will soon start a journey through South America in its V-Strong. So I spent a few days as the kid with whom suffer from the Argentina-Peru, but happy with the "9" set of half plus one of Argentina and Latin America.
Now football is politics, so the leaders do not represent the majority. Even when the mafia Grondona? AFA in the Argentine or an argento?
* Fernando Morales, grill first, our embassy in Turbaco. Cartagena The first week was devoted exclusively to reconnect with the Falcon the next day and put him out of the container, but without being able to get the dock. It was the first step in the following days of red tape until a week later ... thanks Helvio!
* Fernando and his son Philip. Marimbha had to fight for his place in the house. As soon entered Rodwiler encountered a brood had just been so 'magine you. Laura and Marimbha are now great friends.
take this opportunity to Chaco drinking mate with some friends who live in Isla Margarita Venezuela. We're pulling lines for those payments. In one month approx. hope in the East to continue to our long trek home.
Remember that our mail is banderalatinoamericana@gmail.com and also remember that if they want to lend a hand to continue our return can do so from Argentina by purchasing a flag shirt Rodrigo communicating to rodrigoatanes@gmail.com or contribute anything to the account of ScotiaBank to:
Carlos Antonio: No. 1751164317
Key: 044691175011643170
Plaza Cancun.
* Here is a message for Argentine "mae" ...
Cartagena We will be enjoying more time selling T-shirts, sweaters, shirts or prostitutes in the neighborhood of Bocagrande, where we reunited with many friends.
Just remember you have to touch it ... we all play ... play to win, always!
