Whoever invented siestas didn´t make any clause for emergencies. Everything stops at 2PM. Sleep time for mechanics, beer time for Marky.
This breakdown has been great for my Spanish though. It has been pushed to the limits with words like "chain" and "tow-truck driver" and phrases "Excuse me but my bike appears to have lost the will to live"
The chain is on order and I will get going tomorrow if no more siestas get in the way.
My mechanic´s name is Paco. That is a a great name.
I´ve posted the camping gear to New Zealand to try and lighten the bike. I´ve also tossed out all of the clothes and books. I´m going to be travelling with my leathers and a pair of shorts. Nothing more. Super-light. I like it. The panniers have done their duty, but will now be retired as a present for the bike mechanic to say thanks for doing the work tomorrow (hopefully).
Hope springs eternal.
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What happens next, don't keep us in suspense!
Oops! Hope you're back on the road soon. Did you tassels get caught in your chain? :-P
Reading this makes me hate you less for leaving me in lurch here bud!
Hope you get back on the road
Dude, that is funny!
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