It turns out I know someone (Isabel) who knows someone who used to work at a gas station a couple of years ago but still is friends with the people who run the place. Some gas stations are keeping back diesel for their “clients” and actually do have some stashed (buses and taxis need to keep running). My friends and I went down to the station and convinced the guy to sell me a tank full. It helped that both the girls with me were cute. They also convinced him to let me fill up three 10 litre jugs for future use. I found out after that he wasn’t supposed to do that. I wondered why as soon as they were full he made me put them in the cab of my truck.

I also found out later that the bus parked at the pumps between us and the office where the boss lady was sitting, waited until the transaction was completed so that the lady didn’t see what was happening. It was all very Mission Impossible/James Bondish. I wish I could cast myself as the Bond character…suave, debonaire…sophisticated in the way the world works. But…since I didn’t really know what was going on….

At any rate, my truck is on the road and happy. It really is a relief not to constantly wonder if you’re going to make it home or where the next tank of gas was coming from. Two and a half weeks of running under the E is too much.

Have a good day everyone. The sun is shining here again today and the world is good.

Luego,

Ken