Police and Firemen

Immobilized in the border, the night fell and the police continued in their eagerness to bribe to us. It was not logical. They prevented us to enter Panama not to have silver and nevertheless they demanded dollars to give us the access to his country. A dinerito for "refreshments" said to us, and we who we did not have nor to savor a bread. We began to press whereupon we would let know this situation its superior ones and these corrupt "thirsty" police finished facilitating the passage to us after three hours enjoying their "friendly" recibimiento.

The little mountainous route by Panama animated to us to cross it in bici. There was motivation since first time in these warm earth was my. Tropical rain continued wetting my back but my step was firm.

The firemen of Santiago de Veraguaz received to us. Although we did not participate in extinguishing no fire, ours estadía with them very was been thankful.

City of Panama: Needed support.

We already approached the Panama Canal and its capital. My Pope brought in its agenda I number of telephone of an old friend, "to mack-iver" it would receive to us by days in its home and it would advise to us like crossing the "Cork of the Darien" without money.

A great military truck gathered us when arriving at the city of Panama. The conductor, a rescatista expert of civil defense, my uncle Juan Valdez is fabulous in everything but he excels in the friendship. It received to me like a hero.

To cross the forest of the Darien is impossible, said our friend to us. A poster of the drug finishes killing natives and they did not doubt to do the same with you.

Demoralized by the news, we were advised to request aid in the consulate of Chile. After receiving to us affectionately they helped us with the food while a request of aid with the Chilean government was managed. In my frequent visits to the consulate I knew a new friend. "Takings" are a colleague golden to retreiver son of the consul. They turned to us stars of the cinema when we shared performances in a video. I perceived that my good and likeable companion dreamed about one more a life more adventurous than to which was customary.

Luckyly, Animal & Pets I support to me with food (best pellet of my trip), treatments of health, documents and what I wanted.

Ruth, a professor of the university, invited us to her classes to count our history. Their students were astonished at our stories.

The press us entrevistaba and presented to me to promote our trip and to try to obtain aid. During this time we were made wanted by the people very whom to us food, clothes and money facilitated.

We did not have luck with the airlines in spite of trying repeatedly to obtain its aid.

The Chilean government responds our order of aid.

During a month we did the impossible thing to obtain the support necessary to return to Chile and finally I arrive the awaited one and longed for answer from the Chilean government. NO! Our necessity was not sufficiently urgent like so that our leaders they supported to us. An enormous sadness I seize of us, as much people I help us during our way and our own government refused to give a hand us. By the mind step the idea of the deportation, which we had to misestimate since considered nonserious I as citizen Chilean and the opportunity would not occur me to return with my papis. To be left and orphaned in Panama was not my desire.

The rage that we felt I motivate to start off. We would arrive anyway. With renewed energy we took leave of our great friend “Mack-iver” course to the south to obtain of some form to sail until Colombia.

One looks for boat Colombia - Days of uncertainty and nights of fear in the port of the Single Coco.

Pedaleamos hard towards the port of "the Single Coco" in the Caribbean. We needed to embark as outside. We encamped in the path to the entrance from this small port to the delay of some captain of boat that supported with our situation.

Single the drug addicts approached, does not stop to help to us us if he does not stop to assault to us. I transformed into a fierce one defending my masters who tried to sleep. My papi in a hand maintained to my chain and in the other spray tear of defense. We slept very little during one night that to us became eternal.

On the following day, Pope profit to contact with a captain but this I ignore it. Without occurring by won, we continued insisting and at least we obtained that it listened to our order although one refused to give passage us in its boat. Hours later my Pope I speak to him by third time, this time with our dear camera in the hands, negotiated minutes and we reached an agreement. The joy returned to illuminate our faces. After the customary papeleos in the port, we were including in the list of sailors.

The delay of three days to weigh anchor was exasperating. The strong sound of the motors of a small hull woke up to us. The boat of 24 meters of length and with capacity for 4 people, took in the cover more than 25 navigators. We counted on single three life jackets and the waterline exceeded of as much I articulate of contraband in its warehouses. We took leave of Panama. We traveled in the ceiling to but the pure style of "Cuban raft".

Finally we started off for Colombia.