Scared enough, very incomodo after several hours locked up and with the effects of tranquilizers disappearing, we landed in San jOse. A blinding light after hours of the dark forced to fit my eyes to me. The voices of my papis saluted to me: "Welcome to Costa Rica." A ratito that seemed to me interminable to complete you transact them of rigor and finally it left my container. It jumped gladly, while it enjoyed the tropical fragrances.

Tropical beaches, new friends animals and the attack of the sharp bichitos

Our pedaleo relaxed winch but. We immediately went to know the pretty beaches that animated to us to bathe to us in their crystalline waters. In spite of being a farmer I do not swim very well but that detail would not prevent that it enjoyed a good refreshment near the border. My papis tried to clear me the fear to the depths, but they had to resign itself when seeing that I did not appreciate the marine adventures.

While we waited for the news of dollars that would arrive from Chile, we settled down in “camper” located in a beach of the Pacifico that they facilitated to us. Here I knew the monkeys, that by the mornings bothered to me from the trees and they threw its excrements to me when I barked to them.

Boarding friendship with new and varied companions, iguanas, squirrels and a colleague, “Gitano”. “Sepi” a serpent "velvet" that surprise I visit one night to us wanted to include itself in our group, which produced a great fear in my papis (nonwise I that its poison can be mortal).

My wonderful vacations were interrupted by a great allergy that I acquired due to tropical bichitos. I began to rascar itself furiously by several days which induced a great wound to me in my neck. He was desperate, that picor. They took me to a veterinarian who I prescribe antibiotics that my papi would inject to me daily. The long syringe caused enough anguish and to the nonknowledge that really was for my good, it tried to save the acute pain but in the end ay reached ay to me ay! The medicines devoured the rest of the poquito that was of our money.

Without money. Selling plastico to subsist and a final decision

And now our greater challenge. The abrumante news that we would not count on that reserve of dollars that we had in Chile.
In order to be able to survive while we decided as serious our future, a person I facilitate plastic products to us to sell. With my new one trailer, now turned our source of work, we left to newspaper offering articles kitchen, toys, etc.

We crossed beaches, my parents demonstrated their unthinkable and hidden talents to sell. They never imagined that we would subsist like salesmen, but the necessity and the hunger did not give another alternative us. After 2 months we decided that the trip could not continue in North direction and we had with visas already overcome to return to house as we could.

A Return of but of 9000 km and without a weight in the pockets, in addition neither bicis nor the equipment were like in a beginning, but the decision was taken and they did not think it twice, they spoke to me and they said to me: Tranguito now the adventure begins and we are going to have to “aperrar "that translated it meant that difficult times arrived to us and we would have aguántalos of the best possible way. We considered very to our grief that the trip of serious return using any means available. Our situation did not allow to give us the luxury us of pedalear the way of return since without money us towards impossible.
Our luck changed quickly, an amiable veterinarian I facilitate documents to us for my passage to Panama.

As to travel 9000Km from return to our house without a single weight?

With tears we took leave of our unforgettable Ramoncito friend and began to pedalear in South direction, towards an uncertain and unforseeable way with Chile as final destiny. There was nostalgia and much nervousness that us depararía the future?

In the exit of San jOse we initiated the ascent of the "Hill of the Death". Rain I force to us to encamp. Single we loaded a kilo of rice and some frijoles. On the following day the first light truck of which they would help us I take to us until San Isidro, I I travel back with something of cold by the mountains that we crossed in our way. The luck was of our side since a truck that loaded diversion games I take until the border of Step Canoes to us (Panama).

In Costa Rica we do not need to coffee nor banana trees, still we did not get to realize difficulty that hoped to us seized during the return.

Prohibited the entrance to Panama

The guards in the Panamanian border did not want to let to us enter so that we did not carry money. To us they maintained retained by several hours without a clear idea of how we could continue our trip.