Between water and sun sensitive outputs was driving the motorcycle when the distance I see a group of motorcyclists that had happened earlier. I stopped the powerful and I realized that they were strangers from those of European or American type. Health at a Spanish base and abundant head movements and hand. In one asked if he knew English. Of course I said, and struck up a conversation. There were five Americans of all ages in beautiful BMWs. The group included a woman and a mechanic named Ryan. One of the motorcycles had been damaged, it was the radiator. It seems that a pierced stone. These friends are prepared for anything. Each bike had more equipment than I could imagine that one can throw a bike. Exchange experiences, I desert them and waiting to get the bikes bureaucratic customs in Lima. Do not know which was worse. After exchanging contact details and take photos of rigor continued. I got in my humble bike and they left behind. I wonder what they have thought of me and my bike? Surely he was mad. Instead I asked God to help solve the problem quickly and when I come to have the age of the older gentlemen in the group is also on a motorcycle and a distant country.