Here is the actual Palm Oil source. When you ride by one of the processing factories it smells just like standing at a movie theater's popcorn consession.
We made it to the Panama border in the late morning with that now familiar sinking feeling of anticipation of things to come. We were somewhat pleased when we were once riding again in less than two hours of the same routine. It would appear that four hours of the process make two hours look pretty good, even lucky.
The above view seems to be that reocurring blue and grey tint nightmare. Below we found some familiar stickers of fellow travelers.
We made it to the Panama border in the late morning with that now familiar sinking feeling of anticipation of things to come. We were somewhat pleased when we were once riding again in less than two hours of the same routine. It would appear that four hours of the process make two hours look pretty good, even lucky.
The above view seems to be that reocurring blue and grey tint nightmare. Below we found some familiar stickers of fellow travelers.
We made friends with some more Mexican GS riders touring the length of Central America. They were fun to talk to and compare notes. They also gave us one of their trip stickers. we gave them a card with our blog address but it seemed like an unequal exchange. Maybe we should get stickers next time....or maybe not.
A little cultural exchange with a policeman and his radar gun. Fortunately he let us go on our way with a warning and a hundred questions about our trip.
We decided to end the day’s riding fairly early, as there appeared to be no good stopping points between David, Panama and Panama City, where we intend to make travel arrangements for ourselves and our motos to South America to resume the trip. David proved to be interesting in the sense that it is the first stop since Chinandega, Nicaragua, that has not been a tourist destination, with all of the attendant touristy shops, etc. There was something refreshing in seeing people simply leading their lives, working, shopping and going to the town square to listen to a band play Panamanian music.
Next stop...Panama City and figuring out how to get the motos into South America.
A little cultural exchange with a policeman and his radar gun. Fortunately he let us go on our way with a warning and a hundred questions about our trip.
We decided to end the day’s riding fairly early, as there appeared to be no good stopping points between David, Panama and Panama City, where we intend to make travel arrangements for ourselves and our motos to South America to resume the trip. David proved to be interesting in the sense that it is the first stop since Chinandega, Nicaragua, that has not been a tourist destination, with all of the attendant touristy shops, etc. There was something refreshing in seeing people simply leading their lives, working, shopping and going to the town square to listen to a band play Panamanian music.
Next stop...Panama City and figuring out how to get the motos into South America.
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