Other missionaries needed to go to Albancay in a hurry. It was a faster and more comfortable ride in my van. The trip there was in the evening hours and no time for sight-seeing. Our trip back was taken slower but had more memories with breathtaking scenery...
and the breaking down of the van. The curved mountain roads were extremely bad with big trucks driving on them during the rainy season and then hardening during the dry month with big holes and rocks in the road. Jon hit a pot-hole that punctured a big hole in our oil pan. It was a miracle that we broke down near the only little town around within an hour drive. Even though the town was extremely small without any gas stations or car repair place. We were able to locate a mechanic with only a handful of broken tools. It was a miracle that we were able to get it repaired enough to drive it back to Andahuaylas to have our mechanic repair it properly.
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