Why, one might ask is the engine apart? Well the answer is simple: there is an oil leak and it is coming from a funny little box that holds the oil filter. This box passes radiator fluid through it to cool the engine oil and it’s known to leak after tens of thousands of miles. And indeed the little silver box below is leaking oil.
What’s annoying to an anal compulsive like me is that I knew about this penchant for leaks so I had installed the solution: an aluminum oil cooler to replace the plastic part from the factory. And wouldn’t you know it? Here we are 55,000 miles later and the aluminum aftermarket oil cooler is leaking, very slightly but very definitely. Grrr.
Were we in the States I’d first try to have a mechanic replace all the rubber gaskets to see if that worked but here we are and a whole new cooler is shipped complete for $180 which is under the free import threshold of $200 into Colombia. Avoiding customs helps avoid shipping delays so we should have the part from Amazon with free shipping in ten days or so.
The plan is to get the oil leak repaired, to get new rubber dust cover parts on our new brakes and to be ready for the road in a couple of weeks. Then we’ll take a tour of some interesting sites between here and Medellin and then return for a check up. If all is well we will proceed to Ecuador in a couple of months. But how is all this possible I hear you ask, when you only get 90 days to visit Colombia? Bureaucracy, grass hopper, is the answer with lots of waiting in lines.
While we were in Cali we extended our 90 day immigration permit for another 90 by hitting an immigration helper who did the paperwork for us as we couldn’t, even with our Spanish, figure out the electronic forms. Then we went to the customs office when we had our immigration extension and Customs, during the course of two days(!), gave us a vehicle extension after checking our vehicle identification number. Oh the paperwork!
The bureaucrats were all very kind but the forms are relentless. You think the US is bureaucratic? This country assumes you are going to cheat so you have to prove your innocence and good intentions going in and it’s absolutely exhausting. Plus they have to spell your name correctly. Officially my name is Michael Charles Beattie. In Latin America that reads as Michael - first name; Charles -last name; Beattie- mother’s last name. No no no! My last name (apellido) is Beattie! Get that wrong on an official document and there will be hell to pay so you have to double check everything. The potential for nightmares is always hovering and bureaucracy is far worse a problem than roadside gunmen.
Then we stopped by the Jeep dealer to get some engine oil. 5-20w oil is hard to find in some countries but with a Jeep engine I go to Jeep dealers when I need to. We decided to order the engine parts we need from the US as they will be cheaper even if they were available in Cali (unlikely) but the oil is good to have.
And so we had to tear ourselves away from the swimming pool and the heat and humidity of Cali, a city we have come to know rather better than we had planned to, and climb back up into the mountains. We stopped for gas and to have lunch off the PanAmerican Highway and the gas station attendants (gas is mostly full service around here) were fascinated to see an RV. We give a great many tours to curious Colombians. Van life is not at all normal around here but they all mention freedom when we tell them we are retired and this is our only home.
Aside from the oil leak and finishing up the brakes we had a carpentry modification we had been thinking about for a while and here we found a carpenter at the mechanic’s shop. Hmm…
When we had Custom Coach build our van we also had a complicated mechanism installed to allow the bed to become two couches.
Well, after we moved aboard full time we never used the couch set up and in fact we left the table in our storage unit in Miami. It is time to accept that the bed is a full time installation and all the carefully constructed mechanism to convert it to a couch had to go.
First we had Jo-Jo (François) build a bed four inches higher to increase storage but that just did not work for me, and Rusty was put off jumping up onto a higher platform so we had the new bed fixed at our original height, damn the extra storage. However with none of the supports for the converting bed the space underneath still seems much larger and is decidedly easier to use with no beaches taking up space.
A much cleaner storage area than the old:
Jo-Jo is also fixing a couple of pieces of cabinetry that we wanted to modify, a drawer that lost its ability to roll easily and a door that needed a better hinge so once again our home gets some slight changes to make it more comfortable. These are the kinds of jobs we nomads find hard to do in the States where overworked artisans need months of lead time to give an appointment.
I hear Layne plotting a trip to a chocolate plantation while we wait for our packages. There may be an interesting road to drive, hmm…