When I was still in Colombia, I mentioned to Javier that Hank, the guy I’d ridden in parts of mexico with, was on his way south and they should meet up.
And they have. Javier was in Cartagena in Colombia and Hank flew there when he shipped his bike across the Darien Gap.
What are the chances? I’m so happy that their paths have crossed, even if only momentarily, as Xavi heads to Venezuela. And I’m the linking glue, even though I’m thousands of miles away. What a small and wonderful world.