Saturday dawned bright and early as we got up, showered and put the finishing touches on our packing at around 7AM, all the time trying not to wake Gus the Canadian. Javier from Dakar Motos said he’d try to make it to the shop in the morning to see us off and lock up after we left, but since Gus was scheduled to arrive, that took the pressure off and Javier didn’t make it. The taxi was scheduled to show up at 8:30AM… at 8:20 I went out to take our trash out to the bin and the taxi…

Last night’s home-cooked meal (pasta and beef chunks) didn’t go over so well with Dachary’s intestines and I was sent to fetch breadfast. ‘Twas a good thing though, because on the way there was a dead dog up against the curb. He would have been a cute one too. I really didn’t think it would have been good for Dachary to see that now, so I decide to not mention it either. We’re sad about leaving the bikes. We’re not sure how we feel about the end of the…

Day 115 - The search for Spock… er… luggage (Buenos Aires).