They say no news is good news but when my emails stop being returned from the freight company responsible for delivering my bike to Costa Rica, I knew some bad news was on the way.
I decided to cut out the middle man and contact the freight agent in Costa Rica directly, I needed to know.
To say my Spanish is rusty would be giving it far too much credit. I needed a translator. In steps our gracious host Jose to come to our rescue and provide his local linguistic skills for at least the fourth time in the past 3 days. After a blur of words were exchanged between Jose and the freight agent, he turned to me, covered the phone and told me "not good news I'm afraid".
Oh shit.....
For reasons still a mystery to me, it appears my bike has been detoured via Germany and will now arrive a month later than expected.
At first this was a pretty hard blow, I came here to ride a motorbike to Argentina and in one phone call, I lost 30 days. It's easy to let things like this take its toll on your spirits and that's the last thing I wanted. It didn't take long to collect my thoughts and clearly see the reality of my situation. I'm in one of the most desirable locations on planet earth for another 30 days. Much worse things have happened to a lot better people.
Amongst the excitement, Charlie had rocked up after blasting through Guatemala, Honduras and nicaragua to meet me. Charlie left Australia in January and started riding South from LA to join me to continue South. It was great to catch up and we quickly got to sharing stories over some cold cerveza.
I told Charlie of my dilemma and we effortlessly made a new plan to explore the west coast in a hire car and make the rest of it up as we go.
Let's get amongst it!
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