Part of the Puerto Rio Tranquilo

We're on our way to Tranquilo in Puerto Rio, and it's been raining all day. We drove down a broken, stony road and in the rain. Our nerves couldn't stand the challenge. Our goal was to reach Rio Tranquilo. We were doing everything in our power to do that. My son was revolted by the feeling of rain, fatigue, and despair. We didn't get to the end of a violent yoke, which Alejandro, who heard his rebellion, said he would welcome us to his house as he drove past us and waited for us at the address he specified in town. This news at the height of despair was a miracle for us. We couldn't believe it; We thought it must be a dream. Downhill, we reached the town of Rio Tranquilo drenched. We went to the address Alejandro said. He was waiting for us there. His house was out of town. He gave us his address. We went to our place of stay on our bikes. It was a container-type house in a garden on the side of the road. The emergency for us was to dry our wet clothes all day long and warm up. The raven stove in the house was a blessing to meet our needs. We broke the dry wood behind this house in the woods and lit the stove. First, we dried ourselves and then our wet clothes. We came to our senses with the deterrence we boiled on the stove. We deserved a good rest after all the hard work we've had all day. We made our bed of sleeping bags and slept where it was designated for us.