On our way to Chiapas we stopped at another restaurand on the side of the road. While our lunch was being preprared, I decided to inspect the bike and Laura was helping me. At one moment, a guy with a pick-up truck stopped and began talking to a man who was probably the owner of the place. Then Laura made me aware that, for some reason, the word “coca” kept repeating in their conversation… As I was lubricating the chain, the discussion reached such topics as “dineros” and “los hombres que no respectan la convencia” (money and the people who do not respect the deal). We agreed not to talk Spanish anymore, or else we could be placing ourselves at risk of being eliminated for the reason of knowing too much…203 dineros