In the middle of the ride, the engine suddenly dies. First, he interrupts, then stops completely. He did already stutter pretty loud before. And now we’re standing here, in the middle of the pass. Moe’s first guess is that we ran out of gas. We always have...
We are leaving the familiar, the “almost-like-Europe” and go to Bolivia, where – after almost ten months of Uruguay, Argentina and Chile – things are a bit different.