The next 3,662miles (5,893km) of Palm beaches and Hell’s highways. 

After a brief stop in Panama City and sporting new clothing and equipment courtesy of The North Face UK, I pushed on North into Central America.  In contrast to South America one quickly realizes how densely populated this region is.  Once more picking my way along the Pacific rim, generally choosing the path of lest resistance, the flatter, and some what warmer,  land of the coast, but occasionally turning in land over the hills if I needed.  Countries came and went in relatively quick precession due to the relative small size of most Central American countries. 

My greatest fear became the road and its unruly traffic, I was present at a number of road traffic accidents.  I still don’t know if some of the victims I treated on the road side, and eventually whisked away unconscious in pickup trucks, live to this day.  Traffic put the fear of god into me and I some times wonder how I got away with it!   Through the titanous thunder storms, under the electrifying and mesmerizing displays of lightning, out of the steaming lush tropics into the drying brightening sky of the next desert belt of Northern Mexico and the Sonora desert.  Arriving at Nogales Mexico on the US Arizona border and the end of Latin America after three and a half years and 10,333miles (16,629kms). 

The lead artwork depicts a late night stop in a small Mexican village somewhere along the Pacific coast.