So after a long day of slogging through chest high mud (we had horses, very unhappy horses, but at least we had horses) I came back to Tamarindo at about 3pm to check on the progress on the suspension swap that we are doing for Louie-- Sandy is losing her legs, Louie is getting them-- and much to my expectation, they hadn't done just about anything.

Despite really wanting to go home, shower and move on with my day, I decided to crawl under the truck(s) and help the mechanic to the job... At 10:20 Louie pulled out from the mechanic's shop with a near rear end. I'm guessing that the mechanic's estimate of "finished by tomorrow morning" might have been optimistic in light of the fact that with him AND me working on it, it still took seven hours to complete.

I intend to backfill the details sooner or later but in essence- the job was rough. Had to do a few extra things that we didn't expect. With minimal tools. And mosquitos.

But now Louie has about six inches of lift in the rear end and very saggy front end. Think "Scooby Doo Van" that's how I feel when I'm driving. Fun. Actually.... kinda fun.

Labels: Costa Rica, landcruiser, mud, travel