Taking down the tent we find intersting bed fellows. This guy was sleeping under Dani´s tent.
Entering Chilecito I decide to be German for the day... These guys have long memories of the war for the Falkland Islands in 1982 and maybe being English is not a bright idea in this town.
The siesta demon hits us again and the welder is not available until 4pm. We kill time, but the cycle gods again provide. He does a great job, refuses to accept payment and gives Michael a big bag of fruit for his troubles. It still goes down as a good day despite only managing 40kms.