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Date:
December 31, 2001
End of the Story
Hello !
I am writing from Granada, Nicaragua. We made it for
New Years. This active tourist town is located on the
northern end of Lake Nicaragua.
I have been asked if we still plan to go to Argentina.
At this point the answer is still yes. I was watching
CNN today and the situation seems to have gotten
worse. The problems appear to remain more financial
than political. We will keep watching. The other
option would be to cross the Andes father north and
possibly take a boat down the Amazon River. Wouldn't
that be soooo cool !
So I was ridding down what I thought was the middle of
the road. I suddenly felt a thump. My bike stopped and
I vaulted over my handlebars. My bags, bike and body
were strewn all over the road. Stunned I picked up my
bike and tried to push it to the side of the road. It
would not roll. I carried it to the side of the road
to avoid an oncoming car. The car hit the bag
that remained in it's path. My ribs ached
and my shoulder was sore as I walked towards the
tunnel exit. If I cracked a rib is my trip over ? If I
mangled my bike do I have to get on a bus and go to
Costa Rica ? This is where it got a little weird.
Before I could assess the damage to myself or my bike
I stopped worrying. I knew that it would all work out
for the best. My trip would continue as it was meant
to. Not necessarily how I planned it to. It turned out
I mangled my front rack and bruised my ribs and
shoulder. I bent my rack back into position and my
ribs still bother me sometimes when I sleep. I hope in
time that they continue to get better.
Now you know the whole story.
Dennis
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