Belize and Guatemala

Taking in the sights
Taking in the sights
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El Salvador and Honduras

Hard to believe it, but we crossed through two more countries in a short 6 days as we continue to make our way through Central America.  Here are a few highlights from El Salvador and Honduras: 

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Casa Cresta sits atop a ridge between two beautiful Nicaraguan beaches just north of San Juan del Sur.  It's owned by a friend of mine named Dan K. who built it in 2010 with a group of his friends who sought refuge, adventure, and a decent investment along the Nicaraguan coast.  From the pool deck, the Captain's Perch, the kitchen window, or the bedrooms, you can see either Playa Maderas to the north or Playa Marsella to the South (or, from some vantage points, both).  Complimenting the views, are the sounds of howler monkeys marking their territory, waves crashing in the distance, and gentle winds blowing through the tree canopy.  It's a sublime place that calms the nerves, soothes the soul, and begs you to do nothing more than exactly what you want.
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My motorcycle stole my beauty

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Costa Rica & Panama

When I think back on our time in Costa Rica and Panama, I shutter.  This reaction is not exactly fair to these beautiful countries and is not indicative of the actual experiences we had IN them.  The feeling instead stems from the ridiculous experiences we had at the border crossings entering into and exiting these southernmost Central American countries.  Below I invite you onto the rollercoaster.  I will begin with our headache inducing day crossing from Nicaragua to Costa Rica, sandwich in some uplifting photos and stories of our highlights traveling through, and end with our two day debacle getting onto the ferry over to Colombia. Enjoy the ride!

One would think that by our seventh border crossing we would have the process down, but our attempt to exit Nicaragua and enter Costa Rica proved that theory to be incorrect.  We arrived at the border on the morning of January 27th, excited to return to the country where we had honeymooned three years ago.  We were immediately stopped by officials who inspected our passports and Nicaraguan bike permits.  They gave us a form partially filled out with our licence plate numbers and a signature and waved us forward.  "Estamos terminado con las motos?" I asked, wondering if we had just experienced the easiest exit process for our vehicles.  "Si", he replied, and sent us off to get our passports stamped.  

We rode 100 meters down the road to the immigration building feeling pretty good about how this was going so far.  As Jay stayed with the bikes, I threw myself into the hoard of people packed into a waiting area grossly undersized for the amount of people waiting to get permission to leave the country.  I started to fight my way into the preschoolers version of a line, until I realized I had to pay the exit fee before getting the stamp.  I scrambled back through the crowd to the bullet proof booth to pay the $2, then returned to the line to wait...and wait..and wait.  45 mintues later it was my turn.  I stepped up to the window, slid both me and Jay's passports through and was informed that Jay had to be there in person to verify his identity.  Not willing to be pushed back to the end of the line, I yelled aross the crowd and wildly flailed my arms to get Jay's attention.  He wound his way through the thick mass to show his face to our not so friendly immigration officer behind the glass.  Satisfied that the passport matched the gringo, he requested 90 Cordobas.  Not expecting another exit tax, I showed him our receipt and explained that we had paid already.  "Es diferente", he replied and once again demanded the 90C.  With a roll of my eyes, I forked over a 100 Cordoba bill.  "No tengo cambio."  I've heard this phrase so many times that it's on my list of possible titles if we ever write a book about our Latin American advenutres.  Yet, it never siezes to amaze me that these people doing business solely in cash would not carry the denominations to be able to give appropriate change.  Even more baffling is that the burden lies with the customer to figure it out!  He indicated that he would go ahead and hold onto our passports until we got exact change.  Jay ran off with this mission as I stepped aside, holding our place in line and keeping my eyes on our passports.  

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