We watched a number of soaked tourists walk by our window (as we sat inside, dry, eating ice cream). They kept slogging through the six-inch-deep streets, sopping. Poor indigenous people getting soaked while working: not funny. Rich tourists getting soaked while touring: funny.
These two ladies (in heels) couldn't cross the street river, so they hailed a truck, hopped on the back, and "forded" the river (pun intended).
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