every meter it rattles horribly. Suddenly this strange sound from the Auspuff-/Getrieberegion was there, after I've driven over a speed threshold. Clueless about what does this mean exactly this chatter, I'm going with Juan, the English cyclist, returned to St. Lucia to find out what is wrong with the car in order. In St. Lucia
but I find that the only garage in the village closes at noon on Saturday already and only opens again on Monday. The folks at the gas station can not or will not help me. What the heck I'm thinking and rather perplexed and annoyed, because I certainly do not want two or more day stay in St. Lucia.
The Backpacker's I meet by chance on a German car mechanic. This I can not help but directly, but he knows that the sound is coming from the exhaust and nothing Harm meant. Somehow it as an exhaust bracket slightly bent, against which the exhaust vibrating hammering now, he says. actually nothing can go wrong. Besides the noise disturb me too much, am a Continue nothing in the way, he added.
He certainly knows more cars than I do, I trust him and go the next day, Sunday, after Mtubatuba to continue from there my journey to Swaziland. In Mtubatuba I am looking for a possible short-Auto Repair, which may have opened on Sundays. In one of these workshops, which is also closed, I meet a Swazi who tells me that he as a "junkyard" know where she also on Sunday . Work "Junkyard", I'm surprised something so bad it is hopefully not my car. But since I have no choice but, I agree, and it leads me to that one, "Busch workshop", where to begin soon create one two mechanics in my car and bolts and welding. The problem is that the rattle and clatter, even after repeated tampering does not disappear. First, I forward all of the small iron ramps ride and one of the two mechanics again from under the car creeps forward, he comes out with a few seconds as golf ball-sized stone. The stumbling block has been found!
but I find that the only garage in the village closes at noon on Saturday already and only opens again on Monday. The folks at the gas station can not or will not help me. What the heck I'm thinking and rather perplexed and annoyed, because I certainly do not want two or more day stay in St. Lucia.
The Backpacker's I meet by chance on a German car mechanic. This I can not help but directly, but he knows that the sound is coming from the exhaust and nothing Harm meant. Somehow it as an exhaust bracket slightly bent, against which the exhaust vibrating hammering now, he says. actually nothing can go wrong. Besides the noise disturb me too much, am a Continue nothing in the way, he added.
He certainly knows more cars than I do, I trust him and go the next day, Sunday, after Mtubatuba to continue from there my journey to Swaziland. In Mtubatuba I am looking for a possible short-Auto Repair, which may have opened on Sundays. In one of these workshops, which is also closed, I meet a Swazi who tells me that he as a "junkyard" know where she also on Sunday . Work "Junkyard", I'm surprised something so bad it is hopefully not my car. But since I have no choice but, I agree, and it leads me to that one, "Busch workshop", where to begin soon create one two mechanics in my car and bolts and welding. The problem is that the rattle and clatter, even after repeated tampering does not disappear. First, I forward all of the small iron ramps ride and one of the two mechanics again from under the car creeps forward, he comes out with a few seconds as golf ball-sized stone. The stumbling block has been found!
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