On we went eastward. Curt was still complaining about his insect bite on his hand; over one month of this never-ending attention seeking and hourly screaming. I'd had my fill of this uppity slave, so just when we were far enough away from Beto the mechanic to make turning around an unreasonable idea, I cut the power brakes. Yep, vacuum pump without vacuum. 2000kg of vehicle overladen with gear, no power brakes, and a driver with a damaged driving hand. To my surprise the slaves, though complaining, did not stop. I suppose that it was a weekend and getting repairs was impossible, so we made the 1200km journey in that condition.