36 – Chasing phones in Huacho

On the corner of the market, two cars stood with their drivers by the side shouting “Vergueta”. I jumped in. Minutes later a cheerful round girl squeezed in beside me with a  box of tinned condensed milk, a sack of oranges, and a much older man. The half hour to Vergueta ran through the edge of town, across the river, and then through irrigated farmland along the Panamericana Central. The older man put his arm round the girl and she whispered and giggled throughout the journey.

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