Mud

It all happened in a matter of seconds. First we were driving along and then suddenly, we weren't. The entire pickup tilted to the side and we sat for a few seconds inside the cabin, our wheels spinning themselves deeper and deeper into the mud. The car chose a perfect time to slip off the road because we were stranded at the most inconvenient place along the road, smack dab between the two main hubs of the farm where anybody might drive along and rescue us. We sat thinking about our next step for a while but luckily there was a crew nearby so we begged them to pull us out.

Celso drove away heroically with his big truck and returned promptly with a hefty chain. Jesús wriggled his way beneath the rear end of our pickup and hooked one side, Celso having already attached the other side to his truck. He climbed in and started the engine, nothing. Wheels spun helplessly and flung pebbles at my legs, leaving my jeans covered in specks. But finally after a few minutes of pushing and pulling, our truck managed to climb its way out of the ditch and we were on our way. All in a days work!