Thursday, 24 September 2015
Most overlanders race through El Salvador and Hondures, and quite honestly, who can blame them.
El Salvador is tiny. It's about the size of Wales and yet it has more than twice the population - currently at 6.3 million. This year (2015), it earned the ignoble status of highest murder rate in the world (not including current war zones like Syria). Compared to the UK as a whole (with a population of 64 million), you are 40% more likely to be murdered in El Salvador, 3 times more likely to have aids and chances are you would earn 80% less income.
Tuesday, 22 September 2015
|Wonderful memories from Costa Rica|
Tuesday, 15 September 2015
Saturday, 12 September 2015
|Arriving at Rancho Burica|
The Costa Rican Border was fairly quiet. The queues were low but the humidity was high. Staying still for longer than a few seconds, without the breeze working through my jacket was uncomfortable. I’m used to this now but with each border, rather than getting easier, I find it more and more difficult not to show my frustration with ridiculous processes. Go to window 1 - show your paperwork - get your stamp - get sent to window 2 - get sent away as you dont have photocopy of stamp from window one! Cross busy road - find place with photocopier (despite the fact there is a perfectly good photocopier right next to the official in window 2) - go back to window 2. Now there is a big queue. Mutter under breath - wait in line and feel the drips of sweat building up and trickling down your back, neck and forehead. Get to front of queue only to be told you need insurance paperwork. Why did they not tell me this the first time around? Find insurance office - pay money - go back - wait in line - get stamp…..it goes on for about 2 hours before someone comes out and checks your bike. If you’re lucky, they just check the reg and vin. If you’re not, they take your bags apart. Patience is wearing thin. These days I feel like making suggestions on a smarter system. I don’t. I mutter occasionally, then catch myself and remember that my life could be a lot more difficult if they feel my intolerance! All I’m saying is that sometimes it’s hard to smile at red taped incompetence! There is probably a wise Dalai Lama quote for just this instance, but a fan and an ice tea would work far better. Common sense would be another option!
It’s like they WANT to make it as long-winded as possible.