We had reached the north of Argentina, and were bracing ourselves for a long climb in to the high Andes. Four days in to our climb, we managed to get properly ill. We had woken up ill for the second day running, feeling considerably worse than the day before, and by the time we had made it to the two horse town (officially eleven inhabitants) of Santa Rosa de Tastil, we were incapable of staying on the bike. One of the houses in the village had extra beds for tourists who sometimes come to visit the ruins outside the town, and the owner was happy to give us a double bed to be ill in. It would have been a good time to take some antibiotics, but there were none to be had in the town, so we decided to wait it out. After five days of staring at the same tree through the same window, we recovered enough strength to wander out in to the village, and decided it was the perfect place to find someone for a Remote Encounter. After carefully approaching various shy villagers, we found Correa Santos, a local artisan, who was willing to tell us a bit about spinning wool.

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