We had to bunker in as a sandstorm blew through the altiplano landscape. And I mean blew. Trouble was there was nowhere to stay in this tiny village. But looking around we found some builders who let us put up our tent up in the shell of a small building. I was going to write 'any port in a storm' but it was rather cosy.
In the morning this wee fellow, Christopher, decided to help me pack up. He was great, and quickly learnt how the different buckles and fastenings worked on my bags. Considering that after 18years Sarah is still unable to fasten a toe- strap I thought he did very well indeed. As I rode away I could not help but wonder what lay in his future.
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