Convenient coincidence

The night was going so well. Perched on the rooftop doing our best homeless impersonation, we had the fire roaring, Cat Stevens strumming out the guitar, and homemade alcohol keeping us warm.

And then I had to get a little overzealous with the smores. Bite, crunch, snap. There went the tooth again. Instead of sympathy, I only got ridiculed to no end. Even by myself. At least I started to blend in with the local folk for a while.

In contrast to Bolivia where I was searching frantically for a dentist, I happened to know one here immediately. Enter Dr. Ivan. Of all places, I met this guy at the discotecque last weekend. He had randomly asked me to be his wingman as he tried to pick up some girl who was half asleep. Let's say that based on his charm and tactics at the club, I was a bit hesitant to have him fix my tooth. I didn't have many options however. And after he proclaimed my real tooth could no longer be put back in, he crafted me a new one with the precision of the polished artists in the valley. It looks great...high marks all around for Dr. Ivan. I then suggested he should try his luck with the many toothless chicks in Huancayo.