David to Bocas del Toro, and return to David, Panama 03-08 to 03-29 2007

Filed under: Panama — Aaron and Amy at 3:48 pm on Wednesday, March 28, 2007

After spending two days in David researching the cost of new brakes and a new generator, both prices were prohibitive so we decided to wait until we get to Panama City.  (They wanted $ 5500.00 for a new generator, specifically designed and fitted for our RV, and the Ford dealership wanted $2,300, 2100 parts and 200 labor, for new brakes).

Upon leaving the grocery store, I spotted another RV in the parking lot.  You normally don’t see many RVs south of Mexico, so they really stick out like a sore thumb.  A gringo walked towards our RV with determination and I could only assume he was the owner of the RV coming to say hello.  He and his wife were moving from Baja, Mexico to Panama City where they will open a tattoo and body piercing parlor.  They had time restrictions and had made the drive in about two weeks.  We were able to speak briefly before they had to leave for Panama City. (Read on …)

Accident in Rambala, Panama

Filed under: Panama — Aaron and Amy at 3:39 pm on Wednesday, March 28, 2007

We left Sergeant Major Vila on the temporary U.S. Army base near Chiriqui Grande and were headed to the beautiful islands of Bocas del Toro in the Caribbean Sea.  Shortly after we turned onto the road to Almirante, there were two bicyclists on the right hand side of the road several hundred yards apart, going the same direction we were.  Just as Aaron has done for the last 15 months of driving in Latin America, he veered to the left giving the bicyclist plenty of room. (Read on …)

San Jose, Costa Rica to David, Panama February 9 - March 7, 2007

Filed under: Costa Rica, Panama — Aaron and Amy at 4:57 pm on Friday, March 9, 2007

We eagerly left the Multiplex mall in the capital city and headed for the beach.  It was a beautiful drive through valleys and mountains as we wound through small villages.  After a while we came to construction where we waited in line for about 20 minutes.  As we passed by the loud machines that had finished working with the hot pavement long enough for us to drive on it, we saw a small river and an upcoming bridge we would cross.  As we rounded the corner, we approached the bridge and encountered one of our worst nightmares on our entire trip.  A small stone arch spanned the entrance to the one-lane 100 year-old rickety bridge that precariously hung above crocodile infested waters. (Read on …)