Medellin
The roads of Colombia do not spare our travelling companion and we feel that the clutch slips a little .... it is original and displays 272,000 km ... We had planned its change by purchasing a complete kit in France when we returned (8kg in luggage).
Also on our favorite site we find two specialized garages.
The first does not give us confidence, it is located in the district of the dusters where dirt reigns.
We head towards the second, crossing the city where as in other cities the traffic is anarchic ...
We arrive in the mechanics' quarter ... As creepy as the one of the rag pickers. Imagine the court of miracles version "auto repairers".
On the same street are all professions and each garage has its specialization: tires - radiators - clutches – oil changes - etc ...
These are stalls, so the work is done on the street, no room to enter a vehicle ... Cars or vans park in front or in double-file ...
The repair is done in the midst of passers-by, automobiles and street vendors.
Everyone knows each other ... a real family.
We had already contacted this garage and explained that we had a motorhome ... no worries ... When we arrive there is no room in front of the garage that is around the corner ... it is not a problem ... The staff clears the vehicles to give us the space.
Christophe explains our situation, releases the clutch kit and work can begin.
We wonder if we made the right decision by coming here!!!
Our dear companion finds himself on two logs in front of the street in the middle of a crowd composed of mechanics, customers, passers-by, food delivery, street vendors.
We arrived at 14:00 and according to the engineers' estimates it takes 3 to 4 hours of work...
Disassembly is difficult ... wear and rust of parts complicate the operation.
As time passes, our two mechanics discover worn or defective parts and advise us to change or repair them ... Here, all trades being present on site, one can repair or machine a part of the engine.
This is truly the court of miracles!!! Everything is possible!!! Even staying at night in his camper perched on two streets in a creepy neighborhood.
And yes the repair can not be completed tonight ... So we stay sleeping in the street.
Meanwhile, we discover that the kit brought back from France is not the right one ...it doesn’t matter the garage will adapt it for our engine ...
At 6 o'clock all shops close and the neighborhood empties. We are alone and we spend the night in our elevated camper.
At night, another population appears ... these are homeless people or other people who do their market in the garbage ... what sadness to see this show (which is not one).
Here a quarter of the population lives below the poverty line.
Early waking and work continues. Between parts repairs and reassembly, the day passes slowly.
Unfortunately a cardan is badly repaired and it is already 5 o'clock ....
Second night in our motorhome!!! it becomes a habit.
The next day, reunion with our friends .... they find us the source of a small oil leak.
Once everything goes up, it’s the time of the tests .... The speeds do not pass!! It’s not normal.
After a few adjustments everything is in order. We can leave.
Two days of repair among lovely and helpful people