We push off from Portobelo, Panama on a trimaran with both KLR650s tied down on-deck. We soaked both bikes thoroughly with WD40 to prevent rusting from the salty sea. Setting sail for Cartagena, Colombia on what is supposed to be a 5-day journey - we never knew how wrong we were but as they say, 'ignorance is bliss'.
It's exciting to sail out from port, heading out to sea for a country we've never seen before. You can feel the excitement on board, spirits are high. We booked passage on a sail-boat instead of flying from Panama City, the more adventurous option of course. We share the boat with people from all over the world, Denmark, the Czech Republic, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, the US, Sweden, Taiwan, Colombia. Backpackers.
We've loaded up on food, beer and rum. Panamanian Balboa beer and Ron Abuelo. Lots of it. The last thing you want when you're out to sea is to run out of rum. You can always fish for food but rum? No, you're screwed if you run out.
It is here, 20 miles off the Panamanian coast on a boat captained by Capt. Ron's long lost cousin that I discover, or re-discover, American rock and roll. I don't remember exactly why I'd loaded about 100 old-school rock songs onto my mp3 player but there they were and the crew (most of it anyway) loved it.
As the boat cut through the bright blue sea we blasted Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, Rolling Stones, The Guess Who, Eric Clapton and more into the Caribbean sky - the perfect soundtrack for our motley crew on this broken vessel.
We had our troubles between Panama and Colombia but Jimi kept our spirits high...

