Problem #2, immigration had no record that we exist. Once again the idiot border officials didn’t enter our vehicle permit into the computer system when we arrived in the Panama so there was no way to allow a vehicle that did not exist to leave the country.
Enter the Wolf! My trump card. My hero, Julio. We’ve never hired anyone to help us with logistics, deciding instead to stumble our way across borders and learn as we go. But for some reason I had a weird feeling on this shipping project so we brought in back-up. Julio is a bilingual shipping logistics ninja. He isn’t a cheap date, but with his contacts and expertise we were able to “dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge” our way through the issues of the day. Phone calls were made and immigration was sorted out. Paper work was changed and we were booked on a new boat leaving in a week. Money changed hands several times. What can I say, I don’t got this, but Julio does.
As if my day wasn’t stressful enough, upon arriving home I discovered that Stevie had rescued yet another dying dog. She pulled this puppy out of a trash can down the street. It’s probably only a couple weeks old. Stevie has been feeding it milk and swatting away the flies. Kiki is disgusted, I’m highly skeptical, and Shaun, our host, has added a new rule to the Panama Passage guest binder. Sorry, effective 6pm tonight bringing home stray puppies dying in trash cans is now against PP regulations.
That’s the update. Just another day in Sprinter Life. Carry on. TREE