Saturday, March 17, 2012
I got stuck in Chabacuza and taxis were scarce. An hour goes by and a truck carry cows pulls over and asks where I am going. For the same price as a taxi I sit in the front of a cow carrier with a few others. As we drive by other trucks carrying bovine the driver slows, honks, and flicks his lights in a specific manner. Occasionally cow and truck slogans are yelled out the windows to fellow drivers in the night.
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