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alot of smiling and gesturing ensued as we walked around the truck, pointing at obvious rust, starting the engine, turning on the lights, and covering the same ground a few times.
the bargaining session with the elder started with me scratching a number in the gravel and he replying “mucho, mucho…” his partner then produced a pen for us to write numbers on our hands, and the older man, who by now i knew as juan, wrote a very low number on his palm.
he said he would come up with a phone number of a guy who speaks spanish, that’s all, the rest is your own responsibility. later the same night, the two guatemalans honked the horn of mike’s truck in my yard.
i was relatively close to home when a police officer in an unmarked car pulled over and asked if i needed a ride.