We thumbed a ride into town on somebody's pickup, squashed in beside the scooter he was transporting. Then we rode a "flete" pickup to Solola, which is the 3-quetzale local bus system. There are 16 other people in the truck box.
Zane has gone from not liking the wind in his face, to insisting that he gets to stand up at the front with his face to the wind.
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