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Welcome to our blog.  We are documenting our motorcycle adventures throughout Central and South America. Hope you have a nice stay!

I Want Wings!

I Want Wings!

I brought a dead bird for Omar.  When he saw it he let out a high-pitched yelp and covered his mouth.  I thought he’d enjoy some fine dining, since he doesn’t seem to have any discernible hunting skills — I’m not judging, but one can only go so long on rice and bread.  Rather than eat it, though, he wanted to play.  I could tell by the way he lunged for it, so I snatched it before he could reach it and ran circles around the yard.  When I finally let him have it, he threw it on the roof of the house!  I immediately went inside and pooped in a hidden corner.  He spent the rest of the evening saying, “Russ, do you smell dog poop?  I keep getting a whiff of dog poop.”  Russ ignored him and kept writing another one of his posts.

This is how I get when I'm exploring a backyard.  

Leaving Ushuaia

Leaving Ushuaia

The R4A Team Splits Up For a Mission

The R4A Team Splits Up For a Mission