It the time we had met them both, way back in El Califate, Argentina, Dutch Loes had been travelling with Dutch Chris and the pair had initiated that insult offensive towards Frank and I that had eventually led to drinking games and oodles of good times. Not friends from home, Loes had met Chris just like I had met Frank and such is the way of the backpacker. I would see her again in San Pedro where she would kindly carry my gear to Uyuni where she would join me in my small guerrilla resistance against the super soaker kids.