A bribe for the road
Sometimes you can travel halfway across the world and find that some things remain the same. Sachin realizes this when he gets pulled over, twice, by cops in Mexico.
He told me that they’re confiscating my license and I had to go to their office in Santiago any day from Monday to Friday before 8:00PM, cough up the fine and collect my license. I pleaded to them not to do so in my broken Spanish, “Señor, es muy deficil para mi porque tengo mucho trabjar” (Sir it’s very difficult for me, I have lot of work).
























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