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Central America or Bust!!!! H3 -2003

allright, I'm taking a break, going to eat, will post more soon! thanks for viewing.

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JMack, enjoy brother.
 
Awesome tour.....and thanks for posting. Good write up like your last tour posting....

PS: Sad that you dont have interesting nicknames like cfcuk this time around!
 
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OK, gotta ask. . .what's the story of the :boobies in Paco's pics?

ok, I'll be getting to that soon. still have the return trip to upload. the chick wanted to show off her talent, which was drinking beer whilst standing on her head. we were all bored after breakfast, had time before the run, and her friend said, she should do it without her top on....voila! upside down beer drinking with titties.
 
I really like the details. It makes me want to be adventurous also, but I think baby steps are in order. ;)
 
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this picture reminds me of my moms childhood pictures. She's from Guatemala.
 
nice. I really liked Guatemala. For a country that had such turmoil, the people are pretty friendly...in general. Found out after that ride, that a friend of mine got fed up with the business world, sold everything, and moved to Antigua, Guatemala and bought an irish pub there. She now runs it with a few ex-pats working there for her. The life. She loves it.

We got another round-Mexico trip coming up next year for the same party that was in Costa Rica, except in 2007 it will be in Puerto Vallarta. Playing with the idea of dipping into Guatemala again, and riding the coast to Puerto Vallarta. I'll post more pics. when I get home from work.
 
ok, where was i? oh, yeah. so we're making our way up this dirt road (40 or so miles) along the coast of Costa Rica, and we'll cut north and over the mtn. to the capital.

Well, after all of the beating that this bike has taken, it's barely holding on to some parts. about 3/4 of the way thru the road, I start hearing a funny noise coming from the front of the bike, and look to see my front fender rattling around like crazy. wtf? so I pull over, to realize that one of the dowels holding the fender in place has rattled off, dammit. so I go slower, nope it's going to be a problem, so I pull in to a gas station when we hit the paved road, add some motor oil...I'm burning a bit, and wrench the fender off. it's now strapped to my backpack. this is a photo of what the bike looked like on it's final leg into San Jose, CR. and some much needed down time....(as a funny sidenote, while going thru the border back north, I had some of the kids, look at me on the harley and say I looked like "El Renegado" or The Renegade, that old show with Lorenzo Llamas......hahahahaha, well, i don't think that it could be further from the truth, but it was funny to hear their association with what they saw on t.v. and some dirty biker guy riding by)

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we ride the rest of the way into SJ, and arrive at the Best Western to a crowd of hashers, milling around at the hotel bar, which is situated right at the entrance to the hotel. I haven't even removed my helmet, and already I had a few friends coming up to me, asking all kinds of questions, and finally seeing the bike, the mud, the scrapes, dents and my knee, the helmet and the duct tape. Well, if I was in pain, there was no need to worry anymore, I was offered every pharmaceutical remedy I could think of to get rid of the pain, even some stuff for my cataracts.....:smoking

I saddled up to a table, and the beer started flowing.....went thru 4 beers, before buying my own, and then finally making it in to check in to my room. the weekend had arrived, lots of beer drinking, and catching up with old friiends. there were kegs of beer strewn about the hotel, and our group had completely taken over the hotel, so much so that another hotel had to be reserved and filled. this is the bar, and a few friends.

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some scenery from the runs....top of the mtn. about a 5-6 mile run thru the jungle. awesome scenery.

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another pic. of a run we were on.

I think a more memorable moment of that weekend, was being on the bus ride home from one of the venues, and looking over and noting that our bus driver was passing another bus (with hashers) and we were taking turns in the mountains. i'm glad we had 2 coolers full of beer, and were making a serious dent in them. who knows what I would have thought of that driving if I was sober. oh, and the ever popular chant as everyone opened their windows, started mooning the other bus, and chanting "The other bus sucks!", "The other bus sucks!" as we barreled past them and on to the hotel.

the rest of the photos of the weekend, I can't show in public, to many political careers and such, blah, blah, blah.........

must protect the guilty and all that shit.

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we spent all weekend in San Jose, drinking and hanging out, running, eating, and drinking some more. While there, I ran into another guy who had ridden down to Costa Rica. Squeely Dan, from Milwaukee, he's on a BMW K75. did it alone. doesn't speak a lick of spanish, and it is apparent, by the tales he tells us of how much he spent at each border crossing to get his permits in order. fucking dishonest "tramitadores" basically for the amt. of money he spent at the borders, he could have gotten a first class ticket to San Jose from milwaukee. that's not good. so he'll ride back with us, and we'll work our way thru the borders together.

Monday, morning, we get up early, and are packed, and start the trek north, to Nicaragua. we make the border without much fanfare, but this side of the Nicaraguan border is THE SUCK! Like Paco said, he can only figure that the war left them bitter and angry. They give us the run around. Here's how it worked. two "tramitadores" (kids) are to help us out. we tell them no, we'll get the paperwork done, squeely watches the bikes while we do the footwork. on the way out, the kids rat us out, saying that we don't have a "rodaje" which is like a road tax. the guy at the gate, says we have to go back, and tells us the kids will walk us thru it....we go to the bank, where the kids ask the armed guard to fill out the papers for them, which is a deposit slip, supposedly for a government tax payment....then they go to the teller and she deposits it into an account...from the looks on the kids faces and the fact that both the guard and the teller pocketed a bill, I assume that the money went into their own little account. fuckers! we lose some money, oh, well, we're in.

the route is without much fan fare. although we make a wrong turn and end up in Managua..sucked. headed out, and got caught in a deluge, that would make Noah proud. I actually stopped to see if these guys wanted to stop and seek shelter. we passed a small town, and there was water running across the road, pretty fast, muddy and all, coming from up the street that was on an incline. we decided to outrun it, and finally did. soaked, we crashed for the night.

no pics. here, as we're making time. we crossed into Honduras, and then El Salvador, and found a notell motell for the night. here is a shot of the El Salvadoran coastline......

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