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This is a picture of a few kids I ran across out in the middle of Baja. I gave them each one of the small stuffed toys that I kept a stock of.

As I was riding up through Baja I got about half way up the 900 mile long ride back to the states and was in need of refueling. Since there seemed to be no signs of civilization for hundreds of miles, I was beginning to get a little worried. But road signs were showing a town just ahead, with a gas station. But as I got to the town, and found the gas station, I also discovered that it had been closed for quite some time. All that I could find was an old guy selling gas out of the back of his van. Not trusting the situation, I rode on. About ten miles up the highway, out in the middle or nowhere, I found a small shack that was evidently some type of restaurant. Inside I found a lady giving a young woman a haircut, and two small children playing. They didn't speak English, so with minimal communication, I asked them how far up the road I could find fuel. They told me that was approximately 100 kilometers and, after doing a quick calculation in my head, I realized I wouldn't make it. So I decided to head back to buy the gas from the old man.
But before I did, I called the two children outside, to the bike, where I dug out a handful of my stuffed toys and let them pick two of them.

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