Cuzco to Lima with Frank and Jesus
We developed a little ritual along the trip. Or shall i say, Frank developed a little ritual. Upon departing from a place that we had stayed at for longer than 2 days, the van would malfunction. Sometimes it was the transmission fluid, sometimes it was the fan and this time it was the break fluid. We pulled over in the perfect spot right at the edge of Cuzco next to the “breaks and break-fluid” guy. The sweetest little mechanic guy. Old and humble and honest about the cost of fixing the vehicle (unlike most mechanics). This was the signage next to his hole-in-the wall garage.