In which I enter a hell on earth and find a paradise
It’s the worst possible start I could have hoped for
An early storm rolls over Panamá City. I’m happy enough if the rain starts when I’m on the bike, but I rarely start while it’s on. I still have time today and decide to wait it out. Everything’s packed, Rojita is loaded. Today’s ride is 100 kilometres. As long as I’m out immediately after lunch, I should still arrive in daylight.
The storm was an omen. …
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