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The local kids who had been yelling "rocus" (rocks!) at us and pointing at the rocky shore when we were trying to ride out across the mud flats.
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Steph and Doug Hackney at the edge of the lake. On our way through town Joe had told a group of drunks to quiet down and get back in the bar. I thought it would be a good idea to wait on the lake rather than risk the locals. However, once Joe mentioned that he was "pretty sure" we were far enough North not to have to worry about Malaria, we decided to go up into the village to escape the clouds of mosquitos.
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Joe Barker talking with the locals. Joe had spent the last four winters in Mexico and had earned a degree in Spanish while there. His cultural, historical and language skills were invaluable on the trip.
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Dennis and the villagers in the local store. We were waiting for the other rider to come back off the "dry" lake.
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Some local villagers. One eternal mystery is how they keep the kids' clothes white. You very rarely see kids that are not dressed well, even in the poorest villages.
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Carol Osborne, Joe Barker and Dennis Stajic waiting in the village.
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Ken Mackey recovering from the lake expedition.
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Ed Thompson attempting to regain his strength. He really struggled coming back through the mud.
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Lunch stop. This is where I made the mistake of thinking that chicken taco meant one, single chicken taco. I ordered two chicken tacos, rice and beans. I ended up with four platters of food, enough for about three people.
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A high mountain pasture. This was a neat ride up to this area.
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A stone wall we had to dissassemble to get the bikes through and then put back together.
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