Disequilibrium can be a pleasant state of affairs. With our truck stuck, lopsided in the ditch, by the pancake flat ranch lands of Argentina, raindrops falling, and the mud road making motion heavy and awkward, there was little to do but look to hints of pink on the horizon (which was not the sun breaking through the low clouds, but a few pear blossoms readying for spring) all this as our cyclists passed by. The coolness of the air and the quiet absurdity of moments spent idle and lost in South America… Not idleness of a disadvantageous nature… it’s being both at odds with one’s schedule (late) and yet having the air to do nothing but linger lazily breathing in deeply that coolness pervading the body and not caring, and not a sound but the bird’s nests being built… though such as it is we spent our time pursuing a tractor to help unburden the large yellow truck from its inertia. Eventually all the mechanical ends came together and the truck was free, the show was back on the road. Oh well… being stuck never lasts for ever.