Leaving from Cancun on a bus a friend and I got off for some water. We heard the bus start up and ran out to see the dust from the tires and our friends waving from the rear window. They did try to stop the driver, so they said.
All of our money, wallets, even shoes were on the departing bus. Hot and penniless there was no choice but to hitchhike. It took several attempts until I stood out front in my short shorts. I didn’t mention my companion was a guy with a beard and long hair, shirtless and shoeless.
An old delivery truck, with cans stacked in the back, stopped for us. Yes, they were going by Merida they would drop us on the edge of town. That was a long ride in the sun in the open topped old truck. We sat on Galletta cans stacked to the railings. After having a good laugh, the three Mexicans in the front seat took pity on us and gave us a couple of beers and a cigarette.
Three hours later, sunburnt and windswept, we made it. We waved goodbye and thanked our saviors at the edge of town.
After climbing off our perch of cookie tins I had Galletta imprinted on my behind for days. Between the two of us, we did not have enough change for the bus. The short shorts came in handy again the signage on my behind was a show stopper, or I should say a bus stopper. We got a free ride into town.
We eventually found our friends in a downtown hotel. In the end, the joke turned out to be on them. When they arrived in Merida they had to carry all the luggage we left on the bus. In those days I traveled with 5 pieces of red matching Samsonite overstuffed and heavy.