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Panama: Happy Campers

Besides the people, the culture and the 50 cent cervezas, one of the great things about Panama was that we could camp again. We took full advantage of this new luxury and camped everywhere we could: rooftops, truck stops, beaches, churches, front yards and balconies.

Along with an abundance of camping opportunities, Panama also has a pretty cool spit of land called the Azuero Peninsula. We weren’t planning to go there but, thanks to our friends Lauren and Kenny, we did. They’re living in a small beach town that is basically as far off the Pan-American Highway as possible. Getting there was quite the mission but we were treated to four days of surfing and relaxing. After our little vacation was over, we had to make our way back to the main highway. To do so we circumnavigated the Peninsula, which it turns out is mainly dirt, gravel and pothole filled roads.

Road Work on the Azuero Peninsula

We soon discovered that there are some funky towns along this route as well. One of which was the unassuming Pedasí. We stayed at a local hostel ‘Los Porrocas’ where the young owner, Os, was happy to let us camp in the garden and even gave us the Panama plates off his motorcycle. Later that night, we stopped by an art studio blasting reggae. This, we found out, was Baba’s House. Before we knew it, we were sitting at tiny table surrounded by an odd assortment of chairs, drinking beers with three people from Montana. Baba served up potatoes, salad, fresh seafood, and patacones (fried plantains) and Bob Marley’s ‘One Love’ blasted from the TV as we enjoyed our impromptu dinner party. 

Dinner at Baba’s House

The next day we headed to Las Tablas where it happened to be the Desfile de las Mil Polleras (Thousand Polleras Parade). A huge celebration dedicated to the traditional Panamanian dress—the Polleras. The town was packed with women wearing colourful gowns and elaborate hair pieces while the men wore a simple blouse and straw hat. The main event of the day was the parade which went on for hours. It was around 4:30pm by the time we left and it wasn’t even halfway through. We spent the night at a rundown hostel in Chitré where, luckily, the owner had no problems with us camping on the roof.

Dancers in the Desfile de las Mil Polleras

After our time on the Azuero Peninsula, getting to Panama City only took a few days. The riding was hectic but the kindness of strangers made up for it. One day a family invited us into their home to wait out a particularly bad storm and we had a driver put on his hazards and essentially ‘block us’ while we crossed the Panama Canal. Once we arrived in the city, we spent a few nights in the Casco Viejo District and were able to put away our bikes and just be regular tourists for a bit. We checked out the fish market, climbed Ancon Hill and spent an afternoon watching the boats pass through the Panama Canal at Miraflores. 

Waiting to cross the Panama Canal

Unfortunately, it’s not possible to ride from Panama to Colombia because of a dangerous area of undeveloped jungle known as the Darién Gap. Instead we opted to take a sailboat, which also took us through the Guna Yala or ‘San Blas’ Islands. The first three days on the islands were incredible but the last 40 hours were a Dramamine induced blur of seasickness and puking. We also had a huge wave come through the hatch and land on us and our bed (also the captain’s bed) and the last night the boat filled up with an unnerving amount of water which took the first mate, Jaime, over an hour to bail out.

The good news is that we didn’t sink and are now starting our ride in South America!

Sailing through the San Blas Islands

The Egg Man getting some Freshies

Las Tablas

Welcome to the Jungle

Heading into the Big City

Gentrification

Shelter from the Storm

Uno Mas

Os and Nick, Pedasí’s Finest

Casco Viejo

Highlight of Nick’s Trip, The Panama Canal 

Last One

San Blas 

Wildlife

Jaime, The Man

Hola

Guna Yala

The Captain

Guna Yala Molas

Next Stop, Colombia!

Panama Route

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Coming Home

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by RubyWoods

Ben gets shot in the woods. What if he never met Sarah and makes it to camp. 3x3-3x4. Spoilers.

Words: 1347, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Turn (TV 2014)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Characters: George Washington, Benjamin Tallmadge, Caleb Brewster

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Ruby Wood - Off My Mind

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Costa Rica: Peaks and Valleys

After taking a month off of bike touring, Costa Rica did not provide the easy reintroduction we were hoping for.

Instead, our first few days were spent fixing flat tires, getting blown off the highway, avoiding traffic, climbing never-ending hills, and sweating in the unrelenting heat and humidity.

We thought that the 3984km we biked from Portland to Cabo San Lucas would have prepared us for this. We were wrong. Fortunately, every time we (I) were ready to book a flight home, someone would come to our rescue and show us the kindness and hospitality that keeps us going.

One instance that stands out was when we found solace in a Subway restaurant after a long day of riding. It was getting dark and we had nowhere to stay so we were using the Subway wifi to look up any campgrounds or hostels in the area. The options were slim but after realizing our predicament, the mother-daughter duo who worked there invited us to stay with them. They had a full house but the family took us in with no hesitation and treated us to iced tea, crackers, tamales, breakfast, coffee and even baked Nick a cake for his birthday.

A few members of our Tico Family

After a lovely night with our adopted family, we had to continue to San Jose and interior Costa Rica. We probably would’ve stuck to the coast route but we had to visit our friend, Paulo, and pick up some puncture proof tires and a stove before we continued on our journey south.

We knew Paulo lived in a mountainous region but we didn’t quite realize what that meant until we had to leave his place and climb for over five hours. The fog and rain were rolling around us and there was no shoulder on the highway, so we bundled up, put on our lights and reflective “visy” vests and prayed that no one would hit us. By the time we summited, we were at 10,000 ft. The hour long descent almost made the climb worth it.

Way, way, up the Cerro de la Muerte (Hill of Death)

Our visit in the mountains was amazing, but we were ready for some flatter terrain so we headed back to the coast -- and checked out a beautiful waterfall, Nauyaca, on the way. We finally found some free camping in Dominical, so we set up our tent and spent New Year’s Eve beachfront. From there, we were only 150km away from the Panama boarder. 

Surprisingly, our last days of riding in Costa Rica were pleasant and mellow (besides the occasional torrential downpour). The upside of climbing all those mountains was that any hill we come across now seems painless in comparison. Hopefully it stays that way.

Pura Vida!

Nauyaca Falls

Leaving Paulo’s Mountain Paradise

More Coffee Please

Spent Christmas at the oldest Catholic Church in Costa Rica. ‘Iglesia de San Jose de Orosi’, built in 1743.

Rice, all day, every day

Free Camping in Dominical

Avoiding the Heat, Again

Bahía Ballena

Goodbye Costa Rica

Costa Rica Route

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Peru: The Long Way Home

By the time we reached Peru, our bank accounts were in the negatives, our credit cards were expiring and I had about five months left on my passport. So, after hiking the Salkantay Trek and visiting Machu Picchu with my family, we made the difficult decision to come home. However, we still had to ride from Cusco to Lima – nearly 2000kms – so our trip wasn’t over yet.

Salkantay Pass, 4600m

Leaving Cusco, we camped in sub-zero temperatures, passed by wild alpacas, visited catacombs and swam in a questionable hot spring that made me sick for a week. Then, after eight long months, we reached the southernmost point of our ride: Lake Titicaca. 

Catacombs at the Santiago Apostol Cathedral in Lampa

Titicaca straddles the Peru-Bolivian border and is renowned for being the highest navigable lake in the world. We spent the night at a cozy lakeside lodge and in the morning we convinced a local to take us, and our bikes, across the deep blue waters so that we could begin our journey North.

Riding across Lago Titicaca

From there we headed to Arequipa, the ‘White City’, and then made our way to the coast. We debated going through the Andes to get to Lima, but we figured the coast would be the quicker, flatter, option. A few people (even cyclists) told us we were crazy for taking the coastal route, but we weren’t too worried. How hard could it be?

Arequipa “The White City”

Turns out, it’s very hard and nothing like the California coastline I’d imagined. Steep overhanging cliffs flank one side of the Highway, while unstable ones lead into the murderous waves below. The highway also dips inland up windy roads where, with the exception of garbage, the landscape is perpetually grey. At least we had the semi-trucks and busses to keep us company.

Tunnel Vision on the Peru Coast

Despite the lack of inspiring scenery, we still found some gems along this desolate stretch. We camped on the beach near Inca ruins at Puerto Inca, ate world-class olives in the desert oasis of Yauca, attempted to sandboard in the tourist (sand) trap town of Huacachina, biked across a mars-esque environment in Paracas National Park and saw a few of the mysterious Nasca Lines.

Nasca Lines

By the time we reached Lima, I was looking forward to a break from the traffic and ferocious dogs that had plagued us along the Pan-Am Highway. Since we still had 10 days before our flight home, we decided to go to Huaraz and hike the Santa Cruz Trek in Parque Nacional Huascaran.

Nick and our guide dog, Chocho

This was supposed to be a relaxing, three-day jaunt in the mountains, but things didn’t exactly go as planned. On the first day of the hike, I ended up getting extremely sick and by the third day, Nick had joined me. We were in the middle of the Cordillera Blanca, too weak to move and too scared to eat or drink anything. Fortunately, two German doctors came by and gave us some electrolyte powder and a suppository for Nick (ha!). 

Santa Cruz Views

Despite how fragile we were, we mustered up enough strength to keep going and five days after starting the hike, we’d finally finished. The Santa Cruz Trek was incredibly beautiful and rewarding, but it also ended up being one of the hardest things we’d done in our nine months of travel. We were literally the walking dead and if we hadn’t had a flight to catch, I don’t know if we would’ve made it. 

We Made It!

It’s been nearly six months since we’ve been back in Canada and life is starting to normalize. We are so fortunate to live in a place with electricity, hot showers, drinkable tap-water, paved roads, and trash-free areas. Not to mention an insane amount of bike-friendly paths. In many ways, I’m happy to be back and have a break from the chaos, but a large part of me already misses the bike touring life and I’m sure it won’t be long before we’re off on another unplanned adventure…

Last Bike Ride in Lima

Cusco

Bread-itation

Teaching our Bikes how to Skate

Soraypampa

Humantay Lake

Salkantay Trek

Day One

Seven Culebras (Snakes)

Mount Salkantay

Camping Across from Machu Picchu

Machu Picchu

Inca Rail

Ollantaytambo

Pinkuylluna 

Apu Winicunca

Winicunca

El Valle Rojo

Montaña de Colores (Rainbow Mountain)

Plaza de Armas

The Twelve-Angled Stone

Portada de Rumiqolqa

Papas

Aguas Calientes (Hot Springs...Don’t Swim Here)

Volcan más pequeño del Mundo (World's Smallest Volcano)

Lampa

La Ciudad Rosada (The Pink City)

Lake Titicaca

Puno

Middle of Nowhere

Still Nothing

Spent the night at the Ocoña Police Station

Puerto Inca

Huacachina

Paracas National Reserve

Lima

Santa Cruz

Cordillera Blanca

Lovin’ It

Last night sleeping in our Home

My Least Favourite Activity...

Back to Reality

Peru Route

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Ecuador: Middle Earth

Less than 24 hours after entering Ecuador, we were already bumping along another unpaved road. The lush green Colombian peaks we’d become so familiar with were replaced by an alien environment where even the vegetation looked like it was from another planet. This was El Ángel Ecological Reserve, a place where huge frailejones dominated the alpine landscape and tourists were few and far between.

Frailejones

The only sign of life in this area was the visitor center set at 3700m. This was where we spent the freezing night but thankfully the park ranger let us sleep indoors and built a fire so we could warm up. The next morning, we were treated to a never-ending downhill and by the time we got to the bottom it felt like we were back in Baja Mexico. Layers were stripped and we continued riding to our campground for the night, relieved to be out of the mountains.

El Ángel Ecological Reserve  

From there we spent the next few days weaving on and off the Pan-Am to Quito. The most memorable moment during this time was making it to the equator. We visited the Quitsato Sundial, took some obligatory photos on 0° latitude and then commenced our journey in the southern hemisphere.

Center of the Universe

Besides visiting middle earth, the other highlight was staying with the Bomberos (Firefighters) in Cayambe. We were given full access to a well-equipped kitchen, gym, showers, and a room packed with thick comfy mattresses for us to sleep on. It was quite the luxurious experience (we also consider toilet paper and electricity a luxury these days).

Livin’ in Luxury 

In Quito, we took a couple days off and explored the city while eating baked goods and drinking canelazo (a delicious, hot, cinnamon spiced rum drink). We also had to deal with some bicycle maintenance but fortunately our hosts in Quito owned a bike company, Fulgur Bicicletas, so we were in good hands.

Fernando working on my Bike at the Fulgur Shop 

The days following our break in Quito were long and the nights were cold. It became crucial for us to find shelter for sleeping so we had to be resourceful. One evening, after spending the day riding on a quiet backroad that weaved through the hills towards Mount Chimborazo, we came across some empty buildings. Most of them were locked but there was a large, standalone schoolhouse that was open. After obtaining permission from a passerby we hurried inside, eager to get out of the increasingly icy wind chill. We assumed the room was abandoned because of the smashed windows and derelict conditions so we made ourselves at home.

Schools Out, We’re In

Just after sunrise, we looked out our broken window and saw a dozen or so children marching towards us. Turns out the classroom wasn’t abandoned after all. Luckily no one seemed to mind that we’d slept there but for the rest of the morning we had a gathering of shy, silent visitors watching our every move. The students were adorable and a couple were brave enough to try Nick’s skateboard, but besides the occasional shuffle and whispering, they didn’t make a sound. They were probably in shock that a bunch of loco gringo cyclists were making breakfast in their school.

Adiós Muchachos

At last, we said goodbye to the red-cloaked kids and continued our ride to Chimborazo. The previous day had been cloudy so we’d only seen the surrounding farmland and I couldn’t help wondering where and when we would see the highest peak on earth (technically speaking). Then the clouds parted and the snowcapped summit was suddenly right in front of us.

Whoomp, There it is! 

The views distracted us from our numb fingers and toes and we peddled our way closer to the beautiful beast. The land was raw and barren but wild vicuñas (an animal similar to a llama) frolicked beside us and it felt like we were in some otherworldly atmosphere. By the time we reached the Chimborazo lodge, fog had rolled in and re-cloaked the volcano so we headed inside and sipped warm cups of coca tea. 

Vicuñas

When we were sufficiently thawed out, we put on all the clothes we weren’t already wearing and prepared for the subzero descent to San Juan. Before long we’d reached a much friendlier altitude and pulled into Finca Castillo de Altura, a cute farm where we camped out for the next three days. Sadly, this turned out to be our last ‘official’ day of riding in Ecuador but I couldn’t think of a better way to end it.

 Finca Castillo de Altura (Just Kidding)

Although the biking was finished, we still had some time left and had arranged to meet with WE Charity, the organization we’ve been raising money for throughout our trip. They work with six communities in the Chimborazo area and we were fortunate enough to visit two of them.

Thankfully we didn’t have to Bike this Road

The Shuid Comunidad is a remote village way up in the hills and when we arrived they were having a minga (a quechua word that roughly means ‘collective work’). When a minga is called everyone in the community comes together to assist with a certain cause. The purpose of this particular minga was to reinforce a deteriorating embankment that one of the school buildings was sitting on. Everyone, from 80-year-olds to mothers with babies on their backs, was there carrying huge rocks around to help repair the wall.

Minga 

Education is clearly an important part of the Shuid Comunidad and it is also the main pillar that WE Charity supports there (as well as health, food and opportunity). Over 300 students attend Socta Urco community school and along with typical subjects, they have alternative projects such as a vegetable garden and an area where the kids raise guinea pigs and chickens. While we were there we were asked to talk to some different classes about our trip (in Spanish!). We were very unprepared for this but luckily our WE companion, Eli, was there to translate for us. 

Too Cute

We were also gifted a beautiful crocheted bag and a hand-carved bird that some of the students had made. Our way of saying thank you was to sing an embarrassingly off-tune version of ‘twinkle twinkle little star’ (Nick couldn’t even remember the words) but the kids seemed to enjoy it. 

Muy Bonita

After our visit at Socta Urco, we went to another WE Village, San Miguel, where they’ve been able to build a school, implement a clean water project and are now working on a food program known as the nourishing life program. There we met with the ‘girls club’, a group of young women who get together on a weekly basis to make bracelets as a source of income. Visiting these communities was such a humbling experience and it was overwhelming to meet so many incredible students and teachers. We’re really excited to support these projects and want to thank everyone who’s helped us raise money for WE Charity!

Socta Urco Students

After our day with WE Charity, we had to vamos because we’d planned to meet my mom in Cusco which was still over 2500km away. We were able to spend a day in Cuenca, a popular colonial city, then we hopped on a night bus to Perú. Two weeks wasn’t nearly enough time in Ecuador but that gives us all the more reason to return!

Nick hates Goodbyes...and Flat Tires

First Day in Ecuador

Phone Booth

Tulcán Topiary Cemetery

Abril, Aguas Mil

El Ángel

Happy Place

Back in the Baja

Clean Cut

Quito

Calle La Ronda

Unofficial Bike Lane

Radiant in Red

Same Same

Cooking Class

Too Cool for School

Morning Glory

Life on Mars

Layers on Layers

Stay Hungry

All the Eggs in One Basket

Shoes and Limones, a Match Made in Heaven

Bring on the Calories

Panama Hats 

Cuenca

Best (Ride) for Last

Ecuador Route

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Colombia: Part Two

Our remaining weeks in Colombia were spent on rocky roads and mountain passes. Apparently everywhere worth visiting is either off the beaten path or up at some ridiculously high elevation and often times, both. Fortunately, we had some companions for this stretch of the trip which minimized the daunting daily tasks we faced.

Here We Go Again

Leaving Medellín we were joined by Iris, a colourful Belgian girl who’s been riding for the past six months in Birkenstocks. The three of us made our way to a zone known as the Triángulo del Café and visited Jardín, Filandia and Salento. Cowboy hats filled every town square and it seemed like we were in the wild west of coffee culture. After a few days exploring this region, and drinking copious cups of café con leche, we parted ways with our biking partner and headed east to Ibagué.

El Libertador Park Jardín

The route we took was unpaved and steeper than we were expecting, but the surrounding groves of wax palms overshadowed the infamous Valle de Cocora. Unfortunately, our setups don’t handle bumpy roads very well and by day two things were starting to fall apart; One of Nick’s cables broke which made it impossible for him to gear down and my brakes were hardly working, so while he’d be pushing his bike up steep gravel roads, I’d be flying down them out of control.

Wax Palms

Finally, we hit pavement on the outskirts of Ibagué and were able to start heading to our next destination: Colombia’s Desierto de la Tatacoa. To get there we had to take another dirt road but heavy rain had turned it to mud, which we discovered, is even worse for bikes. 

Desierto de la Tatacoa

After a three-hour slog, we made it to the red rocks of the Tatacoa Desert and found a small wall-less building to camp at. We thought we were beyond the tourist traffic but a few minutes after getting settled, a tour bus pulled up and 30 people got out and began taking photos of us and our ‘secret’ shelter.  

How Did Anyone Ever Find Us?

The days after Tatacoa were challenging. Our bodies were exhausted and we got quite sick (maybe it was all the dirty water we drank?). We ended up hitchhiking to the uninspiring town of San Agustín where we took a few rest-days at a local campground and passed the time by eating pastries. 

Sweet Stuff

Once we were feeling better we continued biking south towards Mocoa to meet our friend Christina, a Canadian girl we’d met in Baja California, and tackle El Trampolín de la Muerte (The Trampoline of Death); A sketchy gravel mountain pass carved into the side of the Andes that I swore I’d never do.

Warm Up

On our way, we spent the night in the little bus stop settlement of San Juan, a place I’m assuming people only stay at out of necessity. We asked a local woman if there were any camping options nearby and immediately she offered up her own home. The lady, Lucero, ended up being a legendary host and after we set up our tent on the balcony, she cooked us dinner and took us to the town billiards hall where we played ‘Colombian Pool’ with the owner.

Making ourselves at home at Lucero’s Place

The next morning Lucero insisted on biking with us. Although we had to stop every 10 minutes to wait for her, and I had to give her my water because she hadn’t brought any, my heart was warmed by seeing her four-foot figure pedaling as hard as she could up the hills behind us. After such a difficult week, our unexpected stopover in San Juan was exactly the motivation we needed to continue.

Nick and the One and Only, Lucero

In Mocoa we met up with Christina and Jamie – an English guy who also bikes in Birkenstocks – and hastily got organized for the two-day ride on the Trampolín de la Muerte. The four of us decided that conquering it together might be a bit easier than going solo. 

Trampolín de la Muerte

Looking back, I wouldn’t say it made the ride any less difficult, but morale was high and even when we were biking in the pouring rain at 4000m, while semi-trucks tried to pass us on narrow corners, it still felt like an adventure rather than a death wish.

Ride Together and Hopefully Not Die Together

For a road named after a murderous trampoline, it turned out to be a beautiful ride and it was pretty satisfying to defeat something that seemed unbearable months before. Once again, our bikes were falling apart by the second day, but we weren’t swept away by a landslide or knocked off the mountain by a loco driver so we couldn’t complain. 

Five Star Treatment at the Bomberos

To my dismay, the trampolín ended up being one of the easier parts of our last days in Colombia. It seemed the further south we got, the more mountains we encountered and every day required at least a few (if not more) hours of uphill. In the week it took us to reach the Ecuador border crossing, we biked the equivalent elevation of climbing Mount Everest…three times.

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

When we finally got our exit stamps, we unceremoniously spent our last Colombian pesos on arepas con queso and tinto (black coffee and lots of sugar), a fitting combo for our bittersweet goodbye. Despite the physical beating our bodies and bikes took during our two and a half months in Colombia, I have to admit, the beauty was always worth the pain.

Hello Ecuador!

Pit Stop

Canvas Chairs

Classic

Plenty of Room for Bikes on the Chiva Bus

Typical Colombian Almuerzo (Lunch)

That was Easy

Score!

Hola Señor

Extreme Farming

Valle de Cocora

Platanos con Queso 

Dinner Views

Morning Views

Still Having Fun

Howdy Partner

Finally

Another Flat

Red Rocks

Tatacoa

Post Desert Maintenance

Campo

The Legend

Cuy, Get ‘em while they’re Hot

Backroads

Food for our Two Days on the Trampolín de la Muerte

Can’t Stop Me

Up the Andes

Coffee Break

Even the Camera is Soaked

Warming up after a Long Cold Day of Riding

Looking Down

Trampolín Dream Team (plus Christina)

Rooftop Dining

Girl Crew: Iris, Myself & Christina

Playin’ with Fire

Las Lajas Sanctuary

The Last Supper (in Colombia)

Colombia Route (south)

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