The boat.  Not sure really how to explain it, it was a trip that we will never forget.  Chickens, smugglers, booze, rust, waves, motors, car doors, pigs feet and drunk sailers.  These are a few things that quickly come to mind.  We both thought we were going to die more then once.  We were so sea sick that we couldnt move, just stayed laying in the sun baking.  The boat that was to be a two day ride to Colombia slowly turned into 3 days then 4 and so on.  6 days and 6 nights total until we made it here.  It was like nothing we have ever experianced before.  we remember at one point lying down on our thermarest with a tarp drapped over us.  It was dark and it was our first night in the open ocean.  The boat we were on was Junior, Junior is not the most sea worthy boat.  We woke up to what we thought at first was rain but it turned out to be waves just crashing on to the deck.  The boat was swaying from side to side so much that waves were just poring into the boat.  We were lying there in a sleeping bag that was soking wet, it was freezing cold and we were so sea sick we couldnt move.  We just layed there.  About an hour went by and it just got worse, we were so cold we thought we wouldnt make it through the night.  I remember lying there looking up and watching the tarp that was more like a rain trap, dripping on us and an amazing rate.  I looked over at liz and she looked like she was turning blue.  I was about to break down, you get this feeling like you just need it to stop and it wont.  You cant do anything.  Minutes went by as if they were hours.  There was no chance that we could sleep, we couldnt stand up because the boat was moving so much and crashing throught 30 foot swells that it was just a death wish to try to move.  The passage to the back of the boat where the crew slept was filled with motors and not possible to get over.  The only way back was to shimmy your feet a long the railing of the boat and hold on to the edge of the second deck and work you way back. This was an daring adventure in calm weather and was nessassary if you had to go to the washroom but in this weather it just wasnt possible.  So as we lay there I look back over at liz, we were no help to eachother anymore, we couldnt keep one another in a positive mood. I wanted off that boat just as much as Liz.  I looked back over at her and remember saying we cant stay here anymore.  Liz agreed but we had no where to go.  We discused it for a while and figured our odds of getting there was about 40%.  Now 40% dosnt seem like a lot but its hard to understand how bad this was.  So we went for it.  We both got up, I lead the way climbing over oily motors and transmitions, car doors, and motorcycles we made it to the edge of the ship.  We jumped up on the railing and balancing ourselves with the ridge that we could hold on to began the long trip to the cabin of the boat.  It was going well, I started to think that we would make it unitil I looked over at Liz.  She had slipped but managed to hang on to the boat. I could see her right beside me her legs just dangaling into the Ocean below, and I said to myself.  Shit...My girlfriend its going to die.  This is not a cool realization.  But the boat swayed just the right way and liz managed to regain her composer and get her footing back. She looked over at me and says that was cool eh.  We both laughed and continued on our way.  We were both in such a bad place and this was so sereail that we just had to laugh.  We made it into the cabin and liz just yelled at a guy to give us a bed.  It worked.  We got to lay down again soking wet, cold, and squished into a bed to small for one person. Surounded by the rest of the sailers. The smell was awful but it was dry.  That was just one of the many nights we spent on that boat.  The boat was just horrible, and great at the same time.  I didnt change once on the boat, the smell that came off us was just unbelivable. The boat would stop at small Islands to sell contraband booze to fund the trip.  We could hardly eat because we were to sick, but when we did we had Pigs feet.  It wasnt worth getting up for.  The picture on the front page is me sitting at the table in the cabin, trying to get some food down.  You can see it quite well how I looked. This is just a small amount of what the boat was like.  It was the most memorable experiance for us to date. 

This was our boat.  You can see Jeffery going to the back fo the boat on the right side of the picture.  This was the root Liz and I took to make it to the cabin in the storm.  This was the fist day on the boat, it looked so much worse every day.  Everything just tossed around by the waves, and wet and rusty.

This is how we unloaded and loaded the bikes.  Keep in mind that the boat is on water so it is moving in and out and up and down.  My bike just about went in the water when we were loading it but we managed to get it on without any incident.

This was the motor that we trusted to make it there.  It did, I was totally amazed.  The boats top speed was only 9km/h and couldnt handle some of the currents. But it made it.

Our bikes were just coverd in salt and rusting.  It was just painful to see, once we hit shore we found this guy that washed our bikes. This is him oil spraying Lizs bike.  He was amazing he oil sprayed them then hosed them down, then had scrubbed them, then washed them again, then he hand dryed them.  He must have spent 45 min on each bike, and it cost us $2.50