Finally it took three days, hunting for certificates, documents and stamps of all kind. But every nightmare comes to an end. It was 3.45 pm when I parked my bike on the port of Colon, exciting till the last minute; the port closes at 4pm, and the cargo left the same night.

My motorbike will travel in a container, together with two cars. We are five travelers sharing two 40 feet containers. There is Steve, an American from New Hampshire who drives a Land Rover down to Ushaïa. Paul, an Englishman is on a world tour with his wife. They hit the road since three years on a Land Rover as well; drive it down to Ushuaïa, then ship it over to Africa and drive north, back to England. Kobi is from Israël; together with his wife and three children they travel through Central America without any firm plans. And finally, there is Taquino, from Ecuador who drives back home after having worked the summer season in Canada. For three days we shared the same angers, frustrations and deceptions. We helped each other as good as we could and we separate as friends.

As soon as I was out of the port, I jumped in the first taxi and drove to Portobelo, about one hour from Colon, on the Caribbean Sea. On Monday 24th, if things work out as they should, I will board a sailing ship that will bring me to Cartagena after a five days cruise.


Update: For four days I waited to get the shipping documents of my bike. At last, just now I have these. So, now I know that my bike has definitely left Panama. But I still don’t know where to get it in Colombia. All I know, is that it will be somewhere in the harbor. Hopefully, this one is not too big.