La Junta is a small sleepy town somewhere on the Carretera Austral in southern Chile. Under any other circumstances we'd pass it by or stop for a short break but in our case we got to know it much better. As we sped along the treacherous gravel/dirt road there happened to be some large stones in the middle of the road. Due to our speed we were unable to slow down and drive around them. We rammed one of the rocks, which cracked wide open the oil pan like a can of sardines. Almost immediately all the motor oil was gone and we were stuck in the middle of nowhere with no means of repairing the damage or moving forward. This was one of my lowest moments during the expedition. I walked away, wanting to be left alone, thinking this could very likely be a premature end to the trip. About 20 minutes later we hear a motorcycle approaching and who it is but our friend Pavel from Jawa kolem světa who we met in Argentina a few days prior. He happened to have a cold weld compound that we used to temporarily plug most of the hole/cracks in the oil pan. Then someone else stopped by and gave us a nasty black used diesel oil that we squeamishly poured in La Terminator and that enabled us to make it the 30mi long trek to La Junta where we found a great Chilean mechanic who after a few attempts stopped most of the oil leakage. He advised us to replace the oil pan with a new one as soon as we can, which we finally did in Buenos Aires. To my surprise we were able to continue our journey the following day.