GETTING THERE........
April 16,1988: 4 PM Avianca Airlines
JFK Airport New York City:
The rather diverse race crowd gathers.
Loud, heavyset Bostonians with racing helmets under their arms and beer
on their breath. Chic Argentines, gadget laden Japanese, Midwestern motorheads,
and assorted press. Nonracers were mainly Colombians on their way home
from short business trips.
Rumor had it that the fraudulent
Exploration Society had already run out of money and that the autos had
been shipped from New Orleans to Cartagena and were sitting in the impoundment
lots due to nonpayment of port taxes.
After a slight delay we were on
the gangway getting on to the plane. Due to the usual political problems,
US citizens were being actively discouraged by their own government from
visiting the beautiful vibrant land of Colombia. A bunch of thuggish looking
DEA agents dressed in jeans, boots and sunglasses scrutinized everyone
going on the plane. Passengers had to line up for Polaroid mugshots before
boarding. Darker skinned folks were forced to open their wallets to see
if there weren't too many C-Notes packed inside.
About 6 PM we roared off into the
wild blue yonder. Cartagena is a straight four hour run down from New York.
I was off to the end of the Earth, Patagonia, so far to the south that
the snow would be falling all over again. The great sandy curve of the
American East Coast gave way to the green Everglades and the microscopic
Florida Keys. Adios America! Minutes later the DC-10 passed over Pinar
del Rio,Cuba . Beyond, the blue green Caribbean shimmered in the orange
sunset, looking quite inviting for a dip.
A blast of swampy 90 degree air
fogged my cameras as I attempted to take a picture while climbing down
the staircase onto the Cartagena runway. The airport consisted of old Quonset
huts under the palms. Inside we waited in long lines at the customs checkpoint,
under slowly turning fans and flickering light bulbs. A multitude of forms
had to be filled out for our various journalist and racing equipment. The
line barely moved. A well placed ten dollar bill hastened the process considerably.
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