not three people in sight. two just rode off behind me on a motorbike and are now out of sight as well. its just me- my legs screaming at the spots where i got burned a few minutes ago, on the muffler of a colectivo. the distance from tonala to puerto arista built up so much heat, it should have pulled my skin off. the pacific crashing in upon itself is something you can hear from far away. instead of it coming to you, like the wind approaching as we dug a hole for water at the farm, you go to it now, you follow that dull roar until its just you and two Xs and two shoes and no one else.