“We cannot help you here” says a worker at STS “Go to Border International”. Within 10 minutes our desert adventure turns into a day hanging out in the parking lot of a tool shop in the city. Silvan and Tilo make an honest attempt to alleviate the symptoms of the exhaust pipe when the Fuel line explodes and begins spraying its insides in all places. Another life lesson: repression of any struggle will eventually come to the surface in multiple ways. A sense of clarity brought realization upon us, the knowledge to fix our present challenge was no where in sight. In that moment an angel from heaven wearing a name tag with “Martin, Border International” appeared to us. We shared our story of the journey ahead of us, our vision to make it to Guatemala and spread fungi love along the way. Martin checked everything under the hood of the bus and taught us how to repair the problems without asking anything in return, not even monetary exchange. He also pointed out that an important bolt holding the alternator, engine and fans, together was dangerously loose and if it came apart our fate would have resulted in an unfixable school bus and an abrupt end of our journey South.
