When our pozo got too deep for our ladder, we fell into thoughtful discussion about how to deal with the situation. But Hector, wasting no time with talk, hopped on his bike. Moments later he returned and spliced this ladder to our old one. Problem solved. The locals carry all kinds of stuff on motorcycles: propane tanks, large chain saws, 20-foot segments of copper piping, wheel barrows, and their grandmothers... Who needs SUV's?.
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