Sunday, April 13, 2008

Driving an RV to the Panama Canal

By Harriet and John Halkyard

On the day my husband, John, and I retired, we packed up our rescued mutt, Brindle, and headed south in our second-hand motorhome. It was our first RV trip, and neither of us really understood the workings of this ugly, 22-foot rolling home with a bed over the cab.

We wanted to explore and decided we could see the United States when we were too old to drive to more exotic locations. I wanted to see the Panama Canal. When I told John, he thought I meant Panama City, Fla., but I soon set him straight.

Setting off from Houston, we unglamorously stopped for our first night in a Wal-Mart parking lot in Raymondville, near the border. The only planning I had completed was gathering the documents necessary to take the two of us, the dog and the motorhome through the seven countries of Central America and back. This involved several visits to the consulates in Houston, because none of them provide information by phone.
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99 Days to Panama: An Exploration of Central America by Motorhome, How A Couple and Their Dog Discovered this New World in Their RV

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