Man, it’s cold here in Colombia. But whoa. Bogota.
So ended Panama. I talked to Eddie about the constant hostility and he confirmed my feelings about it. He has been here all his life, speaks perfect Panamanian spanish and because he’s Caucasian they don’t like him. It’s a bad place to be American and by default Canadian. Very different from Mexico or Guatemala. I wasn’t in the other countries long enough to write about what I think, but Central America is a very mixed bag. But I was in Guatemala, and with Guatemalans, long enough to be taken with their beauty, gentleness, intelligence, the Mayan aesthetic genius (without exaggeration) and of course their gorgeous country.
So now it’s South America! The countries and distances are huge, the landscape endlessly different, destinations very remote and the riding sometimes much harder. (If all goes well) my ultimate destination in SA is Santiago after first going to the bottom, Ushaia. Then across to New Zealand. I guess this is the 3rd leg of what I think is 8. Some are short, this one is very long.
I took a taxi to the Tocumen Airport a bit south of Panama City early this morning. I was worrying about Lucinda and how she was doing. She’s flying on a cargo plane at about the same time as me and I felt sad that she had to go it alone. Her first time. I wished I was on the same plane as her. And I won’t see her until Monday. Not the best.
Then it was down into Bogota. Impact landing (email subscribers don’t get video anymore btw without clicking through) but took some satisfaction in knowing I took the hit, not Lucinda.
But which is still dangerous, but the only place to stay.
The collection was vast – 100’s of intricate and large gold objects, masks, shields, everything you could imagine. But these were my favourites, brilliant in their simplicity.
Also, Bogota has the most complex graffiti I’ve ever seen. More soon.