The malfunction was minor and while fixing it Oscar and I finally became friends. The old pickup creaked for a long time, trembling and spitting out black puffs of smoke and finally rattled evenly.

– Well, now we’ll manage to get to the car service in Bucerias,” Oscar said with a pleased look, passing me an oily rag.

Wiping my hands, I was thinking that it was actually not difficult to make friends with a local man if you were calm, tranquil and had the measured dignity that most men in Mexico possess (to be continued).

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