Killing time in the hostel while the the strikers strike. Over Mikes shoulder you can see the docks. At about 2 pm I gave up and cracked a beer. As the foam settled, I looked over the top of the glass and saw a crane moving on the dock! The strike had ended. And to his credit, about a half hour later, Dishonest Pedro called and told us to be at the dock at 3.

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And we were at the dock on time. And we stood around waiting for about three hours for permission to load the bikes. Once we had the OK, we started pulling them into the container and sorting things out. I could piss and moan about how Perdos team only had one strap per bike and couldn’t tie a knot to save their lives, or about how he kept looking at his watch like we were taking too much if his after he’s kept us here for something like ten days. But I’m going to rise about that urge and just say that I’m glad the container is packed and that I was there to tie everything in.

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The bikes all packed in the container-

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