Holy moly what week a weekend! I still cannot really believe what happen.
Saturday 9pm one of the guys who want to take the same ferry to Colombia was knocking on our door and ask me about an email he received from the captain.
What I have to read wasn’t really what I want to read. The ferry for Tuesday is cancelled. No permit to go to a port in Colombia! Thinks are happen here ….
This sounds bad, really bad. After the nice Saturday we spend in the Jungle, this was the last thing I wanna hear. Anyhow, it is what it is, Schei…../Fxxx/Mer… what ever comes into your mind in this moment.
Sunday, no chance to do something to solve this issue. Lets go to the beach. So we went to the Caribbean side and stuck at least our legs into the warm water and watched the natives. It wasn’t really to cool me down but it was at least some deflection and a nice ride up there.
Monday, Sebastian [another stranded biker from Argentina] had already contacted an cargo airline. Maybe …., they told him. Best is you come on Monday to us. Monday morning, no answer from the company, 10am we jumped on the motos and rode to the airport. OK, fricken …. lets say expensive, but if you guy get the motos and some cash till 3pm here, then we can fly your bikes to Bogota, Columbia. 11pm, 4 hours left.
We went back, 11.45am. We have to setup the motos and get them ready for shipping, no problem. Buuut, where we get all the cash from! Sebastian isn’t able to get cash with his cards here but he is able to pay our flights with his credit card. I’m able to get cash from the ATM. Enough!, lets try. Of course, only 500 per day. Damn, we need only 900 more. OK, the card from Anne. Bingo, just 400 more needed. 1.5 hours left to get to the airport. With some deals and trust from the people we met here over the last two weeks we got it together.
We arrived 2.30pm at the airport. Aduana!, damn, I just drove thru. We have to cancel the permits for our motos. Wow, takes just 20min., fastest Aduana I had so far!
2.58pm at the shipping company. Yeah we made it. We helped the guys to fix the motos on the …. thin metal flight thingie …., I cross my fingers. Now it is out of our hands, nothing else we can do for our motos, just hope.
Back to the hostel …. second problem occurred, Sebastian isn’t able to pay our flights with his card …. damn, not even with my card. I don’t really need and want more problems and stress! Tomorrow at 1.30pm we want to fly! 6.30pm …. done. Now I sit here and have a beer.
Tomorrow! …. is another day. Prost, Salute, Cheers …..
