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Post by Heidi on December 31st
The Cap Ines was docked in Lima’s port at 6 a.m. and I was already aboard by 10 to talk with the captain and crew, whom I got to know well during our voyage from Miami through the Panama Canal to Columbia. I had made the decision to leave Hudo aboard in his container, to take a bus through Columbia and Peru to Lima, rather than spend Christmas aboard. They told me they missed me at their barbecue for Christmas. It’s amazing that such friendships can arise within a week.
Unfortunately, Daniel of the port agency Cosmos does not have any time before the New Year tonight, so I leave with my luggage but without Hudo. People don’t work here during the holidays and monday’s numbers have all been taken. Not even not a sad batting of my eyelashes helped. So on Tuesday I will arrive early to get Hudo out of customs. Cap Ines leaves port at 8 p.m. tonight. Bye, Bye.
This afternoon I will be busy. A Peruvian local, Jorge and his cousin picked me up. They are from the Peruvian Automobile Association and contacted me through this blog. In English we get along. They advise me which roads to take, since many are not passable without 4WD. Should I just go the route of Claerenore (if I can even find it) or should I listen to the advice of the locals? I must discuss this with Lili, who is just now arriving from Germany. She is a young photographer, speaks spanish and will accompany me for 3 months. I have met her electronically and will now meet her face to face. Then we have a further 4 hours until midnight and then we can say we’ve known each other a year.
There is something weighing heavily on my mind. I want to sincerely thank all of you, all friends, acquaintances, strangers in Germany and in the world for the incredible help in every way, giving comfort, worrying, sharing their homes, giving good advice, kind words, a good laugh, giving me a kick in the ass, praising me or criticizing, and sending your guardian angels. And I also thank the many people who say nothing on the blog, but I see the numbers of the many silent followers. I especially thank the Hudson-Essex-Terraplane Club which already began in to help me in New Zealand and throughout America and Canada. There is a member, Jon Battle, he knows all the club members and now makes again contacts for me in Chile. And this Hudson Club sticks together so well. Without it’s help I would have taken much longer through the USA. It is an honor to drive a Hudson. The other big help is Hamburg Süd with its employees worldwide. I would have gotten sore feet walking from office to office at all the ports. Frankly, I would not have know where to start at all! And that I may ride with container ships, is just fantastic. Now I will conclude this post, or else it will be as long as a book.
Happy New Year Everyone,
Thank you very much to the local press. Being noticed and meeting people face to face en route is the best part of my journey.
I am in Washington D.C. now, heading south soon. I will be passing through, Norfolk, Virginia Beach, Raleigh and Willmingtion NC, Charleston and Mt Pleasant SC, and many other places along the way to Miami and then South America.
You may see my location on my GPS tracker here.
Everyone wants to know how it happened.
I talked to her more about her feelings than about how it happened exactly. Apparently she was trying to get to the bottom of an oil leak that’s been bothering her for some time. The Hudson was up on an auto lift, the engine running. She was wiping below to get a better look, when the rag got pulled in with her hand. Heidi yanked her arm back.
I don’t know how she managed to photo document everything considering the circumstances, but that’s Heidi. Of course she’s upset about the finger(s) but can already see herself wearing gloves with style.
A Canadian friend is joining her this weekend, perhaps to visit Niagara Falls. Presumably he will be at the wheel. Then the doctor wants to take another look on monday in London, Ontario, where the accident happened. My brother Dylan will fly in and ride with Heidi to Boston. The route is as yet unclear.
From there everything will continue as planned. East Coast, hopefully Cuba (does anyone have any contacts who can get Heidi and Hudo on a ferry to Cuba in November?) If not Cuba, then Miami to Lima on a container vessel, skipping Mexico and Central America. This is sad but probably wise.
Thank you all for your kind words and offers of help. Heidi is a very strong person. A hug from her son and she’ll be as good as new!
Marla, Heidi’s daughter in Germany
Hello dear friends,
I wanted to be sure of what I write to you, so I had to keep my hands still a day and wait. Now I can reassure you: I have not been arrested, even kidnapped, did not go to sleep. My GPS is not out of battery power. But still something is out of order.
After passing Canadian border crossing towards USA, Hudo suddenly began to smoke. Many thoughts shot through my head, I had just had an oil change done in Morden, about 50 km before. I had Canadian dollars and trust the mechanics in Canada more than the Americans, who do not dare work on Hudo, for fear of liability. We rolled out of Canada, white smoke rising and the engine stops. I rolled onto the shoulder and that was it.
While I was busy working on the car a US customs agent arrived. She brought me 2 buckets of water, then came a second policewoman, then a policeman. They asked me to return to the checkout building and wanted to call AAA or a towing service. I definitely needed to leave my current location. Which direction to take? I prefer to return to Canada. The mechanics there were more reliable. So I had to negotiate with Canadian customs. 3 US officials pushed me back 100m to Canadian territory, under a roof, where the GPS not longer worked (no satellite).
So I stood there and did not dare to start, because water was running out front and back. Here’s where my virutal co-pilot came into play, Svend, who found me a few weeks ago in Vancouver, at the Indian Niinu, and proceeded to take care of me all thru my days in Canada, suggesting routes, lodging, restaurants and sites. It was great, just what I had hoped for in a co-pilot!
But back to the border. Svend organised a tow truck within an hour which took me 2 km to Emerson for 120 USD. The shop was still open at 10 pm, because Rob always works monday nights. It was pretty clear that the head gasket must be broken. Under Hudo was „mayonnaise“, the oil and water mixture well known to me. Rob said, no problem, my father knows about it. The next morning, Father Frank was there and you could tell he knows old cars. We both made phone calls until we has found the gaskets at Carl Weber in Massachusetts for an acceptable price. Then we unscrewed the cylinder heads and shocked by the damage. All cylinder full of water. Good thing I had brought the cylinder head from the old engine we changed in Ferntree Gully, Australia. Frank is very excited that I have something like this in my luggage. He told it to every visitor, because in the meantime it has become widely known among the 670 inhabitants of Emerson that there’s an old woman here traveling around the world.
At 5 pm it is dead silent here. No car, no one, nothing, so lonely I was not in my life. Scary. No other guest at the motel, no tourist at the campsite. But Hudo is in the garage behind door no.1. I can see him through a window slit. Now we wait for tomorrow for Fedex and maybe I can continue. I have again lost 3 days and will miss a few appointments I’ve made. I will not schedule any more appointments because I can not rely on Hudo. But he surprises me again and again. Why did he stop right between the two countries? Doesn’t he want to go back to the USA, to his homeland?
I read on my calendar:
„Enjoy the seasons,
they may be low tide or flood;
life is like tides,
times are bad,
then good again.“
Tomorrow is a new day, we will grab it cheerfully, then everything will be fine.
All the best,