Can't seem to leave.

Michael and I have been recovering from excessive bus travel. We're staying in a little town, on the ocean in the very North of Peru. The town is called Lobitos, and it's reached by a combi van from Talara, a 45 minute ride on dirt roads - 30 minutes if you get lucky and score a combi that can use more than just 2nd gear.
We've been staying with Darwin, his wife Naoini and their 19 month old son Miguelito. Naoini is an amazing cook, and Miguelito has been providing the entertainment.
I have been traveling into Talara on the combi daily to see a man about my back (more on that at a later date).... The combi vans leave Lobitos when they have enough passengers, 10 is the minimum number of adults (babies don't count) needed to make the driver switch on the engine. Each person walking in the direction of the combi becomes a potential passenger, maybe, just maybe they want to go to Talara too. Once the engine is on, we toot the horn, then we drive around the square, then we drive into Lobitos and circle the town - tooting the horn, then we drive over the hill to Nuevo Lobitos and circle there - more tooting, then, and only then, when we are absolutley sure that there are no more passengers to be russled up we hit the road to Talara.
Today I was waiting at the combi stop at 8.30am with two fishermen. The sun was getting hot, and the fish that were packed onto the roof were starting to leak fish juice inside the van, after half an hour a lady joined us, after another 30 minutes some more passengers climbed on board. We drove around Lobitos. At 10am, a hour and a half later, we hit the road with a full compliment of passengers, some fish and a box of Avon cosmetics.