After being wake up by the sound of what seemed was a intruder trying to break in, yesternight the wife and I had a talk. Under siege by mosquitoes in a pitch black room and a vaporous heat we whispered not to wake up Pedro. We are leaving, papers or not, we are leaving. I'll said it a hundred times, I'll be here until the day I can't. The Colombian consulate here close down it's doors and left the town (and probably the country) so we couldn't get pete passport.
We haven't figured out where to go, but we are leaving. The two options are either Colombia or Chile. I would love Canada but that would require so much money is mind boggling for us right now, also she doesn't talk either english or french so... also it's the fact we both have plenty of family and friends in Chile which might lend us a couch a few nights.
We'll sell everything we haven't already and gather the money, the only way to do it is thought land, it's a roughly seven day bus ride once we are in the border with Colombia. By land it like 300$ each, by air it would be at least double that and pete never got his passport so I think he can't travel by air.
Anyway, the days that follow will be beyond hectic and it probably take us months to gather everything but we are done. I feel like betraying my country, but I'm done.