"Fan says no wind tossing from side to side, the moisture cooks the thick air, a drop sliding down my forehead, one in the bottle of beer that I have before I write, Monique I do not lose the eye, is 15. I stand here ten minutes ago and already wants to come with me, I say that can not be, passport, papers, no matter he says. I laugh, laugh. Everyone, everywhere, want to leave, escape, get on the bike, see the world, imagine paradise.
Ne me quitte pas, ici!
The fan says no "
Hello, hello! I'm in Dolisie (Congo) without bureaucratic problems but dead tired.
Today we have started again the chassis (two sites) I had to make an emergency splint few tubes, flanges and strings, just enough to hold the last 90 km
been three days of hellish tracks (or for a amphibious vehicle) sometimes took me an hour in a km, I've been through sites that I will not believe me, that bike! that power! Already leaving the rain and goes a little better but with the broken frame could not exceed 2 degrees, less evil than the exhaust pipe has broken. Tomorrow
all day for repairs.
The Jungle is opening in a thick savannah hills. I have Brazzaville to 356 Kms and I doubt whether to take the train (bike) to go. Hardly anyone is on the track.
Dolisie (Congo) to 10,100 kms from Madrid.
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