SOS Flujometro!

A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
— Franklin D. Roosevelt

The plan was great, really great.  After a sunny beach afternoon at the Belgian coast, our amazing pioneer friend Pieter jumped on a plane to Argentina to drive Pepe all the way from Buenos Aires to Lima, for us to meet our road companion in the Peruvian capital one month later. 

Pepe, however, does not seem to like great plans.  Hence he decided to put up a major challenge before our trip had even started.  Of all places, he suddenly refused further service in the middle of the Bolivian nowhere... the lovely desert hub of Uyuni.  Just a little more than 2000 km (aka 30h by road or 500h on foot) from Lima.

After about one week of meticulously cleaning and inspecting every part of the defective engine, Pepe turns out to be in need of... a flujometro.  And this is where Pepe's German origins nicely tricked us (that's what they do, right, these Germans?).  Not the sign of uber "quality" we (read: Jorg) had hoped for, but rather the utter absence of a single flujometro  on the entire South American continent.  Yes, when it rains, it pours.

So far for great plans.  Working on Plan B...