Last night I met an Aussie girl, Nav, who was sharing my room at the hostel in central Buenos Aires. It was around 1 am but we were both very hungry so we went out to find something to eat. While we were walking along the sidewalk some kid, around 17 or 18, came up to me and grabbed my arm and "requested" my wallet. I tried to brush past him but he held on tighter to my arm. His other hand was tucked into his pocket and I could smell alcohol on his breath. I don't know what he had in his pocket. A knife? He was shorter than I am and already staggering so I grabbed his thumb twisted it violently so his arm was locked at an odd angle. He howled in pain and I pushed him out of my way. Cheeky fellow. He continued his staggered walk down the street. Nav, the Aussie girl, was already on the other side of the street nearly out of sight. She looked quite frightened.

Anyways, we continue searching for a restaurant but most were closed because of the hour. We managed to find a small pizza shop that only served cheese as a topping. We got it to go. On the way back Nav mentioned that her birthday was next week. As it turns out our birthday is on the same day. We'll have to have a birthday bash or something.

Back at the hostel we ate some of the pizza but it was bland. Luckily there were some drunken people with dulled taste buds to finish it off for us. I fell asleep soon after the drunks finished off the disgusting pizza.

Today, back at the hostel on the internet, I looked up Dakar Motos which has been recommended on the HUBB (motorcycle forums) several times, and for good reason I suppose. They are not BMW certified but their work is supposed to be top notch and cheap. They are also located about 20 min away so I just gave them a call.

A friendly man answered the phone and I had everything worked out with him. I will tow the bike from the parking garage over to Dakar tomorrow afternoon around 4pm and they will take a look at it. Depending on the estimate I might just leave it there for a month so I can save more money to pay them.

The above was copied directly out of my hand-written journal