JUST AS I WAS CERTAIN I COULD SELL HVY MTL (my accidentally wrong "gravel" bike that's a touring bike)... along comes Haruto. I could see him from 200 meters away. Bright green vest swinging easily from side to side, kinda doing a wind dance.
I pulled up.
Hey, where did you stay last night?
A friend. Couchsurfing.com. Too much rain. All this bubbles out of this kid with a smile to brighten any day and a constant giggle. Not so much talking as singing his song.
Where did you start?
Where are you going? ... I'm thinking TJ...
Yes. Buenos Aires. Then Europe.
How long will that take?
I hope 6 months. Some say a year.
Are you going down Baja?
Oh yes! It's very pretty. ... and dangerous, I keep to myself ...
Tijuana not so good.
Yes, be careful.
Do you speak Spanish?
No... yo soy Japon. (I'm Japan).
Yo so Japones...
Yes, yes... yo so Japones!
The entire exchange is just smiles and laughing. It makes me happy, just riding along side him for a few minutes made all the difference in my day.
I think he'll be fine.
But, wouldn't hurt to pray for him.
That we'd have the guts to do any of it...
Yo so gringo!
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