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Pan-american Transmissions : The Road to Tierra Del Fuego

Vías del tren
Monserrat, Buenos Aires - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Vías del tren

Monserrat, Buenos Aires - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Barrio Chino
Belgrano, Buenos Aires - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Barrio Chino

Belgrano, Buenos Aires - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Railway on the shore
Valparaiso, Chile - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Railway on the shore

Valparaiso, Chile - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Going Nowhere
Salar de Chiguana, Bolivia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Going Nowhere

Salar de Chiguana, Bolivia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Train Graveyard
Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Train Graveyard

Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Bike on the Tracks

Tupiza, Bolivia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Bike on the Tracks

Tupiza, Bolivia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Mercado Ferrocarril

Oruro, Bolivia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Mercado Ferrocarril

Oruro, Bolivia - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Through the strange rocks
Sacred Valley, Peru - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Through the strange rocks

Sacred Valley, Peru - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Follow the rails
Sacred Valley, Peru - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Follow the rails

Sacred Valley, Peru - © Diego Cupolo 2012

Over the Sixaola, Walking into Panama
We got in with fake tickets.
Ania and I crossed an old railroad bridge over the Sixaola River and entered Panama. The country requires all visitors to show an onward/return ticket (proving they’re not staying in the country), but we didn’t have one so we printed out a fake Expedia flight reservation.
It worked.
Panama instantly felt different than Costa Rica. People’s homes were more dilapidated, the reggae music was louder, and the beer was cheaper.
Ania and I were happy about our successful border crossing, but we had no idea where we were going. There, in front of the immigration office, we ate our last Costa Rican avocado while flipping through the guidebook in search of a cheap campground.
Rio Sixaola, Costa Rica-Panama border - © Diego Cupolo 2011

Over the Sixaola, Walking into Panama

We got in with fake tickets.

Ania and I crossed an old railroad bridge over the Sixaola River and entered Panama. The country requires all visitors to show an onward/return ticket (proving they’re not staying in the country), but we didn’t have one so we printed out a fake Expedia flight reservation.

It worked.

Panama instantly felt different than Costa Rica. People’s homes were more dilapidated, the reggae music was louder, and the beer was cheaper.

Ania and I were happy about our successful border crossing, but we had no idea where we were going. There, in front of the immigration office, we ate our last Costa Rican avocado while flipping through the guidebook in search of a cheap campground.

Rio Sixaola, Costa Rica-Panama border - © Diego Cupolo 2011