The day our motorcycle broke down and we were saved by a teenage biker mob.
The mechanic had to have been max 16 years old.
I was busy sitting on the side of the main road observing the chaos, while the cows across the street were peacefully grazing, and the cars were flying by not caring in the slightest about all the people standing in the street.
There was so much yelling, of which we understood nothing.
We let this 16-year-old pull out his kitchen knife and cut away at some cable along the gas line.
While another one of them pulled out his machete getting into a fight.
So much was happening, then all of a sudden they all jumped on their bikes, everything went up in exhaust smoke and they were gone.
We had a functioning bike again.
We found a secret lagoon and a Dominican beach party.
All in all the day was saved and then some.
