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David K
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She has been running amazing for the last few months, starts on the first crank and getting around 20MPG.
Gotta love Toyotas!
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Ain't it the truth!!
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What a nightmare! When I had my 86 4Runner I took it to the same mechanic almost the entire time and he was awesome. He took great care of it and I
managed to get 403,000 miles/16 years out of it and it was still going strong. I bought a Tacoma but held onto my 4Runner for a year before selling
it, I didn't want to part with it. Now I've got about 227,000 on the Tacoma.
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| Quote: | Originally posted by goldhuntress
What a nightmare! When I had my 86 4Runner I took it to the same mechanic almost the entire time and he was awesome. He took great care of it and I
managed to get 403,000 miles/16 years out of it and it was still going strong. I bought a Tacoma but held onto my 4Runner for a year before selling
it, I didn't want to part with it. Now I've got about 227,000 on the Tacoma. |
Oh, what a feeling!
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toys
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Costa Rica is a beautiful country, jammed full of amazing wildlife and breathtaking scenery. It is a safe, well-developed country, with fine
infrastructure. It has become the #1 tourism destination in Central America for good reason. That being said, We were getting tired of running the
"gringo circuit" and having every place we show up be overrun with tourists, price gouging tour operators, eco-tour this, eco-tour that. Where was the
REAL Costa Rica? Someplace that hasn't yet been bombarded by ex-pats looking to make a buck off of milk-faced tourists coming down on holiday. We were
hunting for someplace where the smooth pavement ends and the true Costa Rican jungle takes back over.
When we last met up with our Costa Rican friend Erick, we were planning a 4x4 trip out to the "Osa Peninsula". Dubbed Costa Rica's last wilderness
frontier, The Osa is rich in wildlife, sparsely populated and, until recently, very difficult to access. Much of this densely forested area is
conserved in national parks and private reserves. Here, towering rainforests line undeveloped beaches and untouched coves, making this region one of
the most beautiful anywhere on Earth.
Osa as seen from space
We loaded up the 4Runner and Erick loaded up his Nissan and we headed out from San Jose towards the jungle.
We are humming along when all of the sudden a huge thunderstorm hits us. It is coming down in sheets, we can barely see the road in front of us. I am
losing sight of Erick who I am following out to the Osa, when all of the sudden the 4Runner bucks and then completely dies. Try to turn it back over
and it just cranks and cranks but never turns over. Great.... broke down in a thunderstorm.
Luckily Erick's truck is equipped with a HAM radio setup and he had given me a Walkie, So I radio up to him that I am having some issues and he
circles back.
We jump out in the rainstorm and pop the hood trying to figure out what the hell is going out. Getting soaked to the bone in the process...
After some fiddling I realize that while driving down the bumpy and rutted roads the MAF sensor plug has wiggled itself free. Plug it back in and hit
with a few zipties and we are back in action! I think 90% of our truck is held together by zipties at this point...
We cruise along the Osa peninsula with no real destination in mind. We eventually decide to head out to "Bahia Drake".
We arrived in Drake and find a small fishing village with a beautiful rainforest lined sandy cove.
We drive right out onto the beach and setup camp for the night.
We share some beers and celebrate our arrival on the peninsula. We are honored with a beautiful sunset over the bay.
The Osa peninsula is one of the wettest places on earth, getting hit with an average of 360 inches of rain per year. It doesn't take long till she
starts dumping once again and cuts our celebration short. We both retreat into our individual homes for the night.
Next morning we are up early eager to explore more of the Osa. Erick talks to a local fellow who gives him the scoop on a beautiful beach that we need
to go check out. He says the road out there is pretty rough with lots of river crossings. Excellent!!
We make it to our secret beach. A beautiful palm lined beach with not a soul to be seen.
More pics and the rest of the story on the blog at http://homeonthehighway.com/headed-to-the-osa-peninusula/
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It had been far to long since we did some backpacking and Lauren and I were getting very excited to visit Costa Rica's Corcovado National park. Corcavado is located on the isolated and undeveloped Osa peninsula. It is considered the crown jewel of the Costa Rican
park system. Corcovado contains the largest primary rainforest on the entire Pacific coastline and the largest lowland tropical rainforest in the
world. National Geographic called it "the most biologically intense place on EARTH". We were stoked.
We signed up for a 2-day permit at the park office located in Puerto Jimenez and picked up a trail-map. The cost was $10 per person/per day plus $3
per day for camping. There are also meals available at the Sirena Ranger station. However, meals must be scheduled far in advance and are very costly
due to the necessity of all supplies to be packed/flown/boated into the remote ranger station.
The next morning we loaded up our backpacks with food and gear, parked our truck at a crotchety old ex-pats tienda near the trailhead and started off
down the beach.
The ranger informed us when we signed up for the hike that it was around 20KM (12.5 miles) or so total to the Sirena ranger station where we would be
camping. The hike is a mix of beach hiking and rain forest trail. Trudging along through the wet sand, Lauren and I were immediately reminded of our
backpacking trip on California's Lost Coast
The scenery was breath-taking. Tropical rainforest butted right up to the pristine beach. Similar to the Lost Coast, we had to be wary of the tides.
There are 2 stretches of beach that could only be crossed during low-tide. Get stuck in the middle when the ocean comes up and you are shark food.
Within 2-minutes of hitting the trail we started to see our first wildlife.
A Coati(sort of like a tropical raccoon) is feeding on the beach.
They say hermit crabs are signs of a healthy beach. I would say this one is in pretty good shape...
Continuing along the beach we crossed a few small rivers and streams leading out of the jungle into the ocean.
We continued hiking through the sand and made it to our first beach pass. Tide coming up on us already? We are going to have to boogie if we want to
get through the second pass before the tide is too high.
Making it through our first stretch of beach hiking we cut up into the rain forest. Immediately the temperature drops 15F and the intense sounds of
jungle replace the sound of waves crashing the shore.
The forest is full of thousands of "Halloween Crabs" who make their burrows in the soft soils of the rainforest. They scatter as we approach filling
the forest with the noise of claws scratching on the trees, branches, and deadfall of the woods.
We are deep in gigantic old growth rainforest.
We are peacefully walking along taking in the sights and smells of the woods when suddenly Lauren screams and stops dead in her tracks.
I run up to see what the hell is going on, She stops me and whispers. "I think I just saw a jaguar" Nonsense, I think. Jaguars are extremely rare and
a nocturnal creature.
She points through the trees. Sure enough I see a black cat with long tail and piercing eyes staring back at us. DAMN! It is a jaguar!
The cat stares back at us nonchalantly then takes a few steps into a clearing. I see now that it is certainly not big enough to be a jaguar but
definitely some sort of large black feline. Lauren steps back to safety behind a tree. I on the other hand grab the camera and inch closer as she
whispers "What the hell are you doing!?"
The cat is just sitting there staring back at us... in perfect view for a picture. I ready the camera, aim, focus, fire. *BEEP BEEP BEEP*. The serine
silence of the forest is broken by a mysterious foreign sound. The cat bolts into the jungle. I look down at the camera which reads MEMORY CARD FULL.
The forested mountainside echos with the sounds of me cursing at the top of my lungs.
We later learn that what we encountered was not a jaguar but actually a "Jaguarundi". Someone with a larger memory card than us snapped this photo of
one.
We have encountered small bobcats before in the wild but certainly nothing as strange, exotic, and possibly man-eating as this. Our senses are on
high-alert now. I grab a stick for protection, Lauren huddles behind me, and we press further into the jungle. The fact that we are the strangers in a
strange land fully sinks in. This part of the world is still extremely wild and we are the intruders. We suddenly get the feeling we are being watched
as we traipse through the woods.
*CRASH* The sound of breaking limbs, branches fall from the sky, and the forest fills with screeches and screams. We jump 5ft backwards then stare
into the tree-tops. We find an entire troop of 15 white-faced capuchin monkeys swinging and playing around. We spot one lazily munching on bananas. My
mind was blown as we stared at the stereotypical "monkey eating a banana" scene play out in front of us. I thought this stuff only happened in
cartoons!
Eventually we break out of the woods and back onto the beach. The beaming sun was a warm-welcome after our harrowing time in the dark jungle.
Unfortunately, We had taken far to long lollygagging around getting attacked by Jaguarundis and staring at monkeys in the rainforest. The tides had
risen quite a bit and we found ourselves at the beginning of the second stretch of beach that was impassable during high-tide. By the looks of it we
had maybe 30-minutes before high-tide was in full swing.
We had 2 choices.
Number one. Make a run for it and hope to cross the mile-long strech of beach before the tides reach the cliff-walls and drag us out to sea.
Number Two. Wait out the tide for hours and possibly end up spending the night in the man-eating jaguar infested jungle.
We looked at the beach, We looked at the jungle. We looked at each other. Then started running.
We sprinted as fast as we could with our 30Lb backpacks down the beach as the waves crashed inches from our heels. As we advanced we were pressed
further and further towards the cliff-wall. Eventually the ocean was too high, we could not go any further. To our right was a semi-dried up waterfall
to the left was the ocean bearing down on us. We scrambed up the dry waterfall and bushwacked it through the jungle.
Eventually we found a faint trail. Exhausted we through down our backpacks and enjoyed a victory meal of crackers and tuna fish. We had made it
through the second pass.
The trail wound through the woods a bit then came right back down the beach but further in the trees away from the tide.
Palm tree being born from a coconut
We continued our trek until we come to our third and final obstacle. The Rio Claro.
The ranger had mentioned the river contained crocodiles and BULL sharks. But what he failed to mention was that it was over waist-deep and over 50ft
wide during high-tide which was of course... when we got there.
We walked up and down the river bank trying to determine the best area to cross. Further into the forest the river was slow but very deep and wide. We
figured our chances were high to be eaten by crocs or sharks before we made it to the other side.
Closer towards the ocean, the river was not as deep or wide, however when the ocean tide crashed into the river mouth it ripped the current so fast
the banks were eroding and we watched 400LB fallen trees trunks being drug out into the ocean.
We knew the Sirena ranger station was less than 1/2 mile past this damn river. If we did not make it across we would have to sleep in the jungle,
which at this point was not an option.
I threw down my pack, grabbed a stick, and stood on the river bank watching the tide come into the river mouth. If we timed it right we would be able
to cross when the river was low, the tide was slow, and the crossing would be simple. If we timed it wrong and the tide crashed into the mouth while
we were crossing there was a high probability we would be pulled out to sea.
I waited for the tide to slow and stepped off the bank into the river, I slowly picked my way across the river with the water coming up about
waist-high. As I was half-way across I looked up and yelled to Lauren "Hey, A crocodile!" and pointed towards a large croc resting about 40ft in front
of me near the river bank. No big deal...
I made it safely across with no drama aside from the croc sighting. OK, Well now we know its possible. I waited for the tide to recede again and
crossed back.
We hitched our packs up as high as possible on our backs, waited for the tide to calm, looked around for the croc who had since vanished, and stepped
in.
We were slowly picking our way across when all of the sudden, ROUGE WAVE. The river mouth started to flood with ocean water and the current began
ripping the sandy river bottom from beneath our feet. I abandoned my crossing stick and turned to see Lauren stumbling and about to go face first into
the ripping river. I grabbed her by the pack as she fell forward and drug her along as we clamored up the opposite river bank.
We made it! We sat on the bank for a while catching our breath and checking out our packs. The bottoms had gotten wet a bit but overall were
suprisngly fairly dry. Luckily Lauren fell forward instead of backwards, she got her clothes soaked but her bag stayed dry.
I took this moment to remindLauren this is the 2nd time I have saved her from dying in a river. She was almost swept away once before while hiking the
Rae Lakes loop back in the Sierra mountains of California. Yes, I am a pretty awesome boyfriend.
We collected ourselves and trudged on as the sun was setting, 1/2 a mile later we came upon a clearing in the woods.
We had never been so happy to see a clap-boarded weathered station! Sirena Station, How we loved you!
We sat for a while taking in the whole experience and resting our bones in the old reclining chairs on the front porch of the station.
Set up our tent on the elevated covered platforms, stripped out of our wet and stinky clothes, and had one of the best sleeps of the entire trip.
The sounds of howler monkeys and squawking macaws woke us in the morning. We made some coffee and suited up to trek around the various trails found
around the station.
Lauren and I are avid hikers and backpackers. We have visited tons of parks, reserves, wildlife areas, etc. Never in our life have we seen anywhere
close to the amount of wildlife that we saw in Corcavado. It is literal zoo without cages out here. You are constantly stumbling across natures
creatures just going about their business in the wild. It is an amazing place.
Spider monkeys crawling in the trees.
More Coatis running across the trail.
And my favorite sighting of the trip. A wild Tapir munching away in the jungle. We were less than 5ft away from him. He did not have a care in the
world and just kept on grazing as we snapped photos.
That night we were visited by all kinds of weird, giant and interesting bugs I have never seen before.
A gigantic grasshopper.
This crazy flying leaf looking bug
HUGE flying c-ckroach
Unfortunately all good things must come to an end and the next morning we packed up from the platform as we prepared to set off.
We made some new friends at the station and we all decided to set off back to Carina together.
Back down the beach we go. This time we timed it perfectly and all the beach/river crossings were easy.
Not done with the wildlife yet! We saw an ant-eater plodding along through the forest.
Stopped for some beach-side fresh coconuts.
Not a bad view for a break.
Also spotted some poison dart frogs along the trail
We passed the final ranger station on the way back to Carina where we stopped for a break.
While resting we spotted a weird bird. Upon closer inspection, it was actually not a bird but a GIGANTIC moth. This moth is called the "White Witch
Moth" and has the largest wing-span of any insect in the world.
We hiked the last stretch of beach in silence. Taking in the jungle, the beach, and the last few days experience. If you are a biology/nature lover
you need to get your butt down to Corcovado National Park. I guarantee you will not come away disappointed. The hike out to Sirena station is
challenging but worth every step.
Back to the truck, we loaded our stinky gear and headed to Puerto Jimenez where we got a cheap motel and enjoyed a long hot shower.
The next day we hit the road, Destination: PANAMA.
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you guys are doing it right! good for you on living your dreams. i got it out of my system in southern Mex (Colima and Oaxaca) in the mid-late 80's.
your journey brings back many emotions and faces from the past.
buena suerte!
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You make me wish I was 40 years younger, and I would be doing the same thing.
Udo
Youth is wasted on the young!
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We booked it south from the Osa and were soon at the border of Costa Rica-Panama.
Within an hour or so we had gotten all our paperwork squared away, changed some Costa Rican colones into U.S. dollars (the official currency of
Panama) and drove on in. Country #9. Our friends at fromatob.org have a nice writeup on"How to cross the Costa Rica-Panama border with a truck".
BIENVENIDOS!
A few friends of ours had crossed the border a few days earlier and told us of a town called Boquete nestled high up in the mountains. After spending
the last few weeks in sweltering jungle temps we were looking forward to a few days of cool weather. We bee-lined it for Boquete.
Boquete is a small town in the highlands of Panama. It's cool weather makes it very popular with Panama tourists and ex-pats alike. The dormant and
normally cloud-covered Volcan Baru dominates the skyline above Boquete. It is the highest point in all of Panama.
Our guidebook mentioned that most of Volcan Baru was protected national park land. It also mentioned a 4x4 road to the Volcano peak, elusive Quetzal
bird sightings, and camping possibilities. We were sold. I guided the truck through the town and started snaking up through some small fincas and
houses towards the volcano.
We arrived at the ranger shack around 5PM, jumped out and told the guard we were going to drive the 4x4 to the top. He started laughing. I pointed out
the window to the 4runner and he said "Oh. We'll you can try" and wrote us up some permits. I wondered just how bad this road was going to be...
We drove up the gravel road which quickly turned to dirt then to straight up rocks and boulders. Maybe the ranger wasn't so crazy after all. We were
less than 1/4 mile past the guard station when I first had to engage 4x4.
Example of the road-bed
The scenery was beautiful though. Mountainous cloud forest surrounded us. We inched along up the road navigated around and over gigantic boulders. At
one point we took a shortcut through a farmers land to avoid a treacherous looking section of the trail.
After about an hour of driving the sun started to set. We had only driven about 1 mile and had not found any campsites. However, we also had not seen
another soul and by the conditions of the road I doubted any joyriders would be making their way up the mountain. We pulled over and setup camp on the
side of the trail.
View from our campsite. We are deep in pristine cloud forest, perfect Resplendent Quetzal country.
Made a nice meal and went to sleep in downright chilly weather. It was 45F according to our thermometer. Coldest weather we have been in for quite
some time. Had to brush the dust off the sleeping bags and thermal underwear!
I woke in the morning with one thing in mind. QUETZALS.
Those of you following the blog know that we have been trying to see this damn elusive bird for months now. We have traveled through 6 countries that
claim to have Quetzals but have yet to see one. We did catch a glimpse of a female back in Costa Rica but the male is what everyone is after. Volcan
Baru was our last chance. The rest of Panama was lowlands and they do not exist in South America. It was basically now or NEVER.
I am sitting on the tailgate sippin come coffee when all of the sudden I hear a familar bird call way off in the trees. Could it be!? Back in Costa
Rica we were on a quetzal hunting tour with a guide who was making the call himself. I sneakily recorded it on my phone for later use. I jumped in the
front seat and played the recording. AN EXACT MATCH! Solid proof that Quetzals do exist out here.
I sat back on the tailgate listening, hearing nothing for a while. Disheartened I started playing the call on my own phone, hoping to lure in some
horny males searching for a morning piece. After 10 minutes of messing with my phone and getting no where an idea strikes me.
I get back in the truck, turn on the radio and hook the AUX cable up to my phone. Now I am cranking the call out with 750Watts of goodness. The forest
fills with the sound of my female call.
Female Quetzal Call Recording
Quetzal Call
I play it about 5 times and wait. All of the sudden, I hear a strange call I have never heard before. I scan the trees. I hear the call again, this
time directly above me. I look up. A iridescent green bird with a blood-red breast, yellow beak and gorgeous 3ft long tail looks curiously down at me.
<strong>I crap my pants.</strong>
I whisper/yell for Lauren to get out of the truck. She looks up and can't believe her eyes. It is a damn male Quetzal hanging out directly above our
home.
I fumble for the camera and pop off a few shots for proof. I knew none of our overlanding friends were going to believe us if we didn't have solid
proof. After all they have been on their own quests to see the bird for months. By this point most of them had decided that the bird is a myth and
does not really exist.
Unfortunately our camera has a crappy zoom and it was pretty dark under the forest canopy. Its not winning any NatGeo photo contest but there is no
doubt, MALE QUETZAL, IN YO FACE.
Excited as 2 kids in a candy shop we watched the male Quetzal as he made desperate calls trying to find this She-Beast of a giant female quetzal.
After all what other birds voice is backed by a 750Watt amp?
Eventually he grew bored and flew off in search of a good time somewhere else.
We started up the calls again, this time even louder. You had to be able to hear the call for at least 1/2 mile in the mountain.
We waited, soon enough we saw another, then another, then another. At one point we had 3 male Quetzals above our heads BATTLING each other to claim
this sexy silver Toyota Quetzal/4Runner.
Truly amazing, after searching for months and months we finally had more male quetzals than we knew what to do with. We sat there for 2 hours just
messing with the poor males as they flew in from miles around to see what was up with the new lady in the neighborhood.
Eventually they wised up and word spread quick that it was just 2 jack-ass gringos messing around in the forest and they stopped showing up. We
decided to try to drive up to the top of the Volcano.
We drove about 1/4 mile further when the road degraded to straight up 4x4 rock crawling expedition. Being out in the middle of nowhere, alone, and
with no ability to get ourselves back out if we were to break the truck we decided to stop and hoof it on foot. If we had a partner we would have gone
further, I think the 4Runner coulda made it.
I prefer driving, but walkings OK. I guess....
The cloud forest was full of life and we saw tons of other birds, even a few more male quetzals.
Later that night we are lying in the truck watching some scary movie. A big lightning storm is raging outside. Thunder shaking the truck like a
tin-can. I start to get concerned about a damn tree falling on the truck...
Back to watching the movie when *BAM* something crashes into the truck so damn loud and strong Lauren and I jump and hit our heads on the roof. It
scared the crap outta us. I roll down the rear-window in the rain and shine around with my flashlight. Sure enough, a big chunk of branch had broken
off the tree above and came crashing into the roof of the 4Runner.
Not having anywhere to go or much we could to about it, We hoped for the best and went to sleep, the storm stopped soon after.
A pic of the branch in the morning.
New speed dents in the cab over the driverside
We spent 3 nights up in the forest parked right on the side of the road. We saw no other people and only 1 truck, a gigantic old school Ford with 40
inch tires and chains slowly crawling up with a bunch of forest workers in the back. They gave us a thumbs-up for making it this far up and kept on
crawling.
If male quetzals are what you seek. Take the recording I posted on this blog and get your butt out to Volcan Baru. They are there waiting for you!
We packed up and hit the road. Destination: Panama City.
We are meeting some new friends and preparing to ship the truck across the "Darien Gap" via container ship from Panama to Colombia.
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Congratulations on the quetzal sighting. We looked for them as well in Guatemala and never saw one.
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Fantastic!
Your stories/photos/trip reports are among the best on this forum.
Keep it coming.
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After reading this thread, I would like to drive my Jeep to Panama (and back) and visit the In-laws in Colombia (via Avion). Central America is a
very beautiful place.
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KEN
HOLA, I DID IT AND DO NOT RECOMMEND IT !!
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| Quote: | Originally posted by captkw
HOLA, I DID IT AND DO NOT RECOMMEND IT !! |
What's not to recommend?? Good food, unusual sights, new places to hang out/practice Spanish, different foods to sample. I have the travel itch, and
after seeing Europe and Scandinavia, I pointed my sights south 100% (since 2006) and have been happy ever since.
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HOLA, ITS A LOOONNNGGG DRIVE AND ITS NOT LIKE DRIVING BAJA....THE BOYS DOWN THERE CAN PICK YOUR TEETH WITH THEIR MACHATE AND NOBODY WILL NOTICE !! IF
YOUR HELL BENT ON DOING IT,,I SUGGEST TALKING TO FOLKS THAT HAVE DONE IT AND DONT READ "LONEY PLANET" THATS FIRE STARTER... K&T
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| Quote: | Originally posted by captkw
HOLA, ITS A LOOONNNGGG DRIVE AND ITS NOT LIKE DRIVING BAJA....THE BOYS DOWN THERE CAN PICK YOUR TEETH WITH THEIR MACHATE AND NOBODY WILL NOTICE !! IF
YOUR HELL BENT ON DOING IT,,I SUGGEST TALKING TO FOLKS THAT HAVE DONE IT AND DONT READ "LONEY PLANET" THATS FIRE STARTER... K&T
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Here in the US of A, you can also have problems from good 'ole boys with a chip on their shoulders - that sort of thing seems universal, at least. I do have a few different Lonely Planet books - my 'Colombia' features
the writings of Thomas Kohnstamm - the author who claimed that Lonely Planet sanctioned his "Authors desk" updates - http://www.thomaskohnstamm.com/. When there is plenty of time and money flows, I'll outfit the Rubicon with a new set of mud tires, some comfy
Master Craft seats, Satellite radio and a new MP3 player and just go for it.
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ROGER!! GOOD COPY ON ALL!!
BEFORE YOU GO LET ME KNOW AND I'LL U2U MY LL# AND SHARE MY 11 MONTH TRIP DOWN THERE!!! BTW,, TICA'S ROCK !!! K & T
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| Quote: | Originally posted by captkw
BEFORE YOU GO LET ME KNOW AND I'LL U2U MY LL# AND SHARE MY 11 MONTH TRIP DOWN THERE!!! BTW,, TICA'S ROCK !!! K & T |
Thanks, K&T! Yes, I was bit by the bug and am married to a Colombiana. 
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captkw
Ultra Nomad
Posts: 3850
Registered: 10-19-2010
Location: el charro b.c.s.
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Mood: new dog/missing the old 1
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KEN
HOLA,,GOOD ON YA MATE !! THE GALS DOWN THERE ARE "MUY LINDA" AND ARE REAL!! I WOULD SUGGEST A LONGER WHEEL BASE THAN A CJ-5 AND I DONT KNOW ANYTHING
ABOUT A RUBE...BUT ITS A LONG TRIP TO THE ITHIMUS AND I CAN OFFER SOME ROAD TRICKS IF NEEDED BEFORE YOU GO!! K & T
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Ken Cooke
Elite Nomad
Posts: 8946
Registered: 2-9-2004
Location: Riverside, CA
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Mood: Pole Line Road postponed due to injury
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It definitely sounds like an adventure. I'll keep you posted...another 20 years from now, at least...
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