Smugglers, nocturnal storm and paradisíaco dawn

We weighed anchor to midnight. Ingenuously we mounted our carp in the cover although they had noticed to us that the surge out to sea was very strong. Around the 3 A.M., the dark Caribbean sea had become a beater, the waves happened over our carp and the hull inclined from a side to another one. Desperate my papi tried to disarm the tent, while mami heroically contained its vomits and mareos.

My patitas did not manage to adhere to the cover and slipped on this, about several occasions I thought that it would fall to the sea.

The anxious night took step to a paradisíaco dawn. The dolphins accompanied to us while we descried to the archipelago San Blas. The sun burned our skin. Our tickets of first class did not provide ceiling nor seats to us.

In 24 hours already we were friends of the crew, all illegal Colombians although many of them "had worked" dealing drugs, surprised to us very well that treated to us.

Archipelago San Blas - the revenge of the Saila of the Kuna Indians

These pretty islands are earth governed by the Kunas tribes. I already turned 4 days without defecating and in many scales that we did to these islands, they did not allow me to make my necessities. My papi requested authorization to the Saila (tribe head) that refused it fully. People later told us that in the past a colleague she had bitten it the leader thus I order to kill all the dogs of the island. I was not welcome.

In the fourth night, the motors stopped that it happens? we asked. A companion explained us that we were to the delay of which they issued the order to us to enter Colombian waters, that would take place when they were not the patrol ones in the zone. The delay raised to our adrenalin, until finally the sudden return of the noise of the motor to all march, indicated that it was the opportunity to enter Colombia furtively.

The Patrol One - Persecution at high speed in Colombian waters

In the dusk of the fifth day we arrived at a Colombian island. The load that patiently had been loaded in Panama during three days, now unloaded it in three hours. Tens of speedboats that appeared as a cluster of bees committed their work hastily. Household-electric of all the sizes and colors, pieces of automobiles, whiskey, and other products of great value for the user left our boat in closing of eyes.

It was already the almost empty hull when the shout of a crew member alerted: "THE PATRULLERAAAA!!!!" In the horizon we descried a great light that approached. We were astonished of the rapidity whereupon the great majority of the crew, including a the captain and his wife, was sent to the water desperately and fled towards the islands. that we do? So far we remained on board. Rugiendo with force the motors of our boat exploded again and a spectacular flight began. Of the great crew of 24 sailors single they were left 5. "Kenque" took the control from the rudder, and its previous experience as marine captain and difficult narcotics trafficker towards our capture. We fled between banks of dangerous chorales. The little loose merchandise that were in cover, slid from a side to another one, almost squashing to us.

Involved in a persecution but apt for an action film, we observed that the patrol one approached to us more and more. The night already fell and the boats were illuminated by lightning. A precarious situation that soon would be made terrorífica. They shot to us? Breast I ask. The answer was immediate and I arrive at shouts "To the SUELO!!!”.

Impressive maneuvers of Kenque moved away the sufficient thing to us of the patrol one so that this was concentrated in easy and beneficial prey but, now persecuted to the multiple boats that had the merchandise.

Having saved and now hidden at night marine Colombian, far already of the persecutions that suddenly had frightened our marine stroll, a voice said to us: " let us celebrate Chileans we are free "a whiskey bottle of the merchandise that would not arrive at his programmed destiny I am opened. My papi to which the heart left to him recent the frights, to it gave a great one alleviated him I suck and shared next to the reduced crew who decided to trust the ability of Kenke to avoid to be captured and to be jailed.

Relaxed momentarily, in our interior we knew that even we were not with the feet in mainland and safe from the Colombian police.

Mainland - the assault of mulatos and one deserved celebration

With all the lights extinguished not to be descried, we arrived at earth. Hundreds of mulatos men hoped in the same way to us that the booty of the pirate is waited. Without scruples nor shame they threw of our provisions to disembark to us and to gain the wished gratuity. We tried to refuse the supply as better we could and we accelerated our disembarkation to evade the police that very to insurance would not make the rounds far. My trailer and great part of our equipment it was sent without contemplations from but of 3 meters of height. Finally we managed to reunite all our luggage and we accepted the supply of one of the survivors of the crew. "the parasicólogo" I shelter to us in a cabin that had rented to border of the sea and this way we avoided the wraths and but that probable robbery of our things at hands of the Caribbean brown gotten upset ones that did not receive the required gratuity.

In the cabin the great celebration untied. If the now full whiskey the throat of my father and our companions of passage but the important thing is that finally I could go bathroom!

Looking for the legality - Trucks of excrement

Surpassed our spectacular fright of the previous days, in the morning we left in search of the timbre of the passport. The office of immigration but near this single 600 km explained to us.

With our damaged bicycles and my estomago still affected by the boat trip and the refusal of the Kuna Indians to give lightening me. We continued pedaleo dehydrated ours.

My state got worse and I had to rest in my trailer while papi pedaleaba. The heat was intense and we fed ourselves single on handles that a farmer I give to us.

Our precarious situation forced to us to hastily accept the supply of a truck driver to take to us. As serious our reaction when we found out that the load of the truck was pig excrement. That irony, I took to days with my estomago closed and there were tons of pig poop here. It did not matter, we needed to legalize our papers but the soon possible thing.

Ten days to arrive at I disturb and the office of Colombian immigration. Our conversation with the police felt like difficult. As to explain the form in which we entered the country with patrol and smugglers to them including without they rejected to us. Surprise and after relating our experience to them, they accepted and they approved our documents to us.

With the tranquillity to be legal, we continued our route to the south. We had crossed the Cork of Darien by sea without money and followed alive!

The smile and the happiness returned to our faces.