On the ride south from San Miguel I was caught by Errol on a BMW GS1200. We then continued to ride together until San Cristobel. He had intended to ride to Argentina but time beat him and he decided not to do it. I never thought that I would admit to it but I actually enjoyed the company of an Aussie and despite a drop goal and 3 points he was not at all bitter.
San Cristobel was a lovely town with a very strong indigineous connection. One evening I enhanced poor appreciation of music by listening to local artists and this was followed by cows testicles. Yes it is true they tasted like chicken but then again doesn´t everything.
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