As I wake up, there is a gentle rocking around me. Through an open hatch I hear the mild sloshing of water. The smell of coffee in the air drives me out of my bunk and onto the deck.
Panama was the last Central American country on my route to South America. Together with François – a cycle traveller I had met a few days earlier in Costa Rica – we entered the country without any problems at the Paso…
Seit drei Jahren bin ich nun auf Fahrradreise. Drei verdammt spannende und schöne Jahre, wovon jedes bisher so seine speziellen Herausforderungen hatte.
