

I've always admired the creativity of the ordinary man in an extraordinary circumstance. No better example than the last encounter I had with a local transit officer. Keep in mind this is one of the principal intersections of the city, of the most important city in the country.
For lack of a better name, let's call him Chicho. Chicho is happy, smiling, directing his traffic, just like any other morning. Poor Chicho had the back luck of working in a tropical country. The sun, the humidity, all that exercise, makes a man thirsty. Perfectly understandable. Strolling by come (again, for lack of a better name) comes Rizo. Rizo has a over sized tricycle win which he makes and sells orange juice on the street, very common in this areas.
Chicho wants some juice, but he has traffic to handle. What to do? What to do?! And then it hit's him! He stops transit in all four directions (I'm not kidding or making this up). No cars are flowing on any of the streets. He calls RIzo up to the middle of the intersection. He orders some juice, probably didn't pay for it. Starts patiently sipping it. By now, traffic is backed up in all directions at least by 1/4 mile. He akes his sweet time, finishes his juice, and then resumes transit.
The little cars that are visible in the pictures are those that couldn't stand it anymore and decided to cross the intersection anyway.
You gotta hand it to the local authorities. The surprise me in new ways everyday. After all, how can he manage traffic if he's not properly hydrated?