DOG ON TOUR
“THE BIKE SEEMED TO FALL OVER IN SLOW MOTION...”
The landslide over the Pan-American Highway occurred just moments before we arrived. That meant we were at the front of an unending line of vehicles. Since we were on bikes, we naturally filtered to the front of the roadblock. It was nearing midday when we stopped and now, two long hours later, we were still waiting.
We were forever expectant that the orange-vested worker would wave us through at any moment. In these situations, it’s easy to become gripped in a mania of impatient expectation. We had a plan for the day and it did not include losing two hours at a roadblock. Even though we were determined not to forget the golden rule of motorcycle travel – you’ll get there when you get there! – it’s hard not to
