Coyhaique... with a little help

Hello everyone back in the US of A!
The three bandits have arrived in the bustling city of Coyhaique, Chile, home of the famous Peter Logan. A lot has happened on the way to getting here so let me catch you up. The day after Robin posted in La Junta was our most epic day yet (and hopefully the most for the trip)
We left that day after repairing my pannier and organizing food and fuel and stuff a little after noon and hit the open road. The weather was decent and we were rolling through some pretty scenic temperate rainforest and nothing was breaking. Everything was great. At about 3 we stopped in for a massive lunch in the town of Puyuahape filled with chicken, soup and a bunch of cake. We hung out there until about 4:30 with the intention of hitting the road for about another 20-25 km. Since the lanscape was so sheer and wet it was not really feasible to set up camp so we were gunning for this hospedaje we saw on the map. We rolled in around 6 or so feeling good and asked the man how much he wanted for one of the cabins he had. This old turd burgler wanted $280 and wouldn´t budge on any alternative option. Worse, the next spot was 50 km away. So we left.
What we didn´t know was that half of the ride was over the biggest pass any of us had ever gone up. We climbed for over an hour straight. Robin places the climb at two Ascutneys. Then it started raining...hard. Then, eventually, it got dark. We were riding until about 11 when we decided to finally give up and settle down in the stone dust for the night in some near hypothermic conditions. Fortunately before we pulled out the tent we flagged down this big rig who told us of a cabin 3 km up the road. Even cooler was the fact that he slowed down and led us with his flashers on so that we wouldn´t get lost. That guy was an absolute hero.
The cabin was $30 had it´s own woodstove, 3 beds and a hot shower.
Two days ago, we got up in the cabin and hit the road for our first sunny day. It was unbelieveable country. About 10 km in I realized, like an idiot I had left my wallet and passport but was able to hitch back and forth no problem. 20 km later my rim cracked beyond repair. We were screwed but the day was beautiful and no one was hurt so we were happy. Within a half hour this big truck with an empty bed and room for four more in the cab pulled over and drove us all the way here, over 100 km.
The people on the road here are unlike anyone in the US. Everyone is friendly and willing to help. We frequently get the excited horn honk/double fist pump from people as the drive by.
Gotta run. Sorry for the lack of pictures we forgot to bring our camera stuff.
We´ll be here for about a week!
Chris