I met Mihai and Pawel in Flores, Guatemala, months before. We crossed paths again later in Nicaragua. And again in Buenos Aires - out of about 12 million people. Amazing.
Mihai bailed me out in a big, big way. He came with me back to Junin de los Andes to retrieve my bike. I had just had my casts removed and was in no shape to try and ride it myself. My hand was still pretty much worthless so I couldn't really work on it myself either.
It was really good to see the bike again.
Not so good to see someone else ride her away!
Junin was a great place to crash.
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