That rusty old van
There he was. Our new Van. Our new home? In the middle of skinny chickens and old car parts we saw him for the first time. Two flat tires. No Battery. Holes in the floor and no door locks. It didn’t matter. Thats him. Thats the rusty, old Van we’ve been looking for. What should he cost? More than he was worth. Any room for negotiations? Claro! At the end we paid a little extra but got a basket full of fresh carrots and mangos with the Van. The perfect deal. And so we ended up buying a Volkswagen Type 2 in Mexico.
Hours later the brakes where good enough to leave for the city and we had some tires. Old and bad tires. However with air inside. So we headed to the City. Mexico City. Down town. After 430 meters (roughly 400 Yards) in the rain and without any windshield wipers the motor died on a steep but tiny hill. That was it. The first tour and the last for that day. Was buying a Volkswagen Type 2 in Mexico maybe a big mistake?
So we stood in the rain for hours. With a true friend who was the biggest help we could ever imagine (We only met him 1 week ago. He did everything to help us with the purchase and paperwork and was an incredible honest soul.) we waited for a mechanic. After midnight the Van ran another time and the following days we had the chance to fix as much as possible before we would be traveling back north. So we thought.