Patch it up

Our first port of call in Lima was Manuel Muñoz's garage, as our CV boots had slipped.  He was just as nice as last time, offering us chicha morada, a popular drink made using purple corn, while we waited.  While the mechanic was working on the van, he noticed our brakes needed looking at, so we ended up going back again before we left Lima to have the rear brake discs replaced.

All was going well until the mechanics went to take the van off the supports they'd been using to hold it up.  It turns out one of them had been under our grey water tank and had actually punctured it, so all our grey water (from washing dishes etc) had spewed out!  Not to worry, Mr Muñoz knew a plastic welder (is that what they're called?) who came over straight away armed with a soldering iron and patches.  He pulled the plastic plug that had been created out of the tank and then just melted and patched the edges to seal it in again!

We poured some water down the sink to test it and then we were off!  Loving this culture of mend, not replace.