Doctor Bakker,

"Senior Bakker como esta??? "Yes I'm fine son, do I know you?
"Ehm poqueno problema de motocycletta". Do I want to take a look at it?
Gradually I can start a motor garage here! Half the village knows that there is a crazy man from Holland working on his motorbike and everybody comes to see me, bringing their rabbit hutches along. This pal has an old Virago, also from Yamaha by the way.
I just check the oil level but he thanks me cordially and continues his way reassured.
Next patient is a 250 cc Honda with a tick. When I tell him the prizes of the new parts that I've been told by my supplier in Holland, I can stop working on his bike, put it back together and take it of the operation table..

More and more people come knocking on my door everyday and I suspect that the German (whose garage we're working in) informs everybody. Gives him some custom in his chaotic workshop. People are easy to please when they don't know any better.

I clean the bike and make it ready for the big reparation till on Friday the 5th the parts arrive at the international airport of Santiago. It only takes a small 1400 kilometre trip to pick 'm up, but who cares?

The Customs is the last obstacle in obtaining the stuff. There is a 25% tax on imported goods here. Bribery is no option here so it's going to be an argument at he DIAN office… After all, these parts and my bike are here in transit and with Dutch papers. Of course nobody speaks English and my Spanish still comes out of the dictionary that I carry everywhere.
When all goes well I can use the Yamaha again on Sunday after church, ready for the last 3500 kilometres to Ushuaia. At the moment they're having snowball fights over there!…

Greetings from Temuco, South Chile.