When I got to the post office at 7:10 there was already a queue, even though it had only been open for 10 minutes. That was probably because people were eager to get their posting done before the work day began. As for me, I figured that the French postal system might be better than the Brazilian one – fingers crossed. It started pouring it down while I was inside, so I took shelter, speaking to a Brazilian boat guy. He seemed to be an official sign post, as he asked where people were going
From Corriverton to the ferry to Suriname it was only 13km and I had until 9am to cover it. I’d read about how it can be very busy, but when I got to the terminal at 7am there were only 5 other passengers. The gate closed sometime around 8:30 maybe, at which time there were about 50 passengers, not too bad. We’d been let through the quick custom check, and I went to lie down on the bench waiting for the 9am launch, which ended up happening closer to 10. As is normal for me I fell asleep
It was just short of 240km from Santa Elena to Boa Vista, and about the only thing between the two was the town of Cem, named because it’s 100km short of Boa Vista. With a drop down to sea level, I figured that I’d get there if I left early. The plan, as usual, didn’t go as expected. I’d slept on Odin’s floor the night before, and we went back to the gastronomical street to get breakfast – my last arepas. We parted ways after that, and, after spending my last
I’d decided that the best way to get to Colombia, was to head to the coast and find the motor boats that take you along the coast. If I’d been willing to sit round for a lot of time, I could have gone to Colón to try to find someone sailing, but that could have meant me sitting round for days on end, which didn’t sound that fun. As it was, off to Cartí.
The last town before Cartí is Chepo, only about 65km from Panama City, that meant that when the rain drummed down I could
I finally headed out of San Jose on the 4th of July. Relaxing in Heredía with Mario my host was incredibly easy for many reasons, one of them being just how good a chef he is. I’d make plans to leave, but when I would mention them to Mario he would tell me that the next day he was going to be making yet another delicious thing and I couldn’t possibly go without eating that. The day I left he was going to be making cheesecake, apparently a speciality of his, and I nearly stayed to