July 19, 2006
Craig and I got up leisurely today wanting to catch the truck to Queara at 10:00. After a bit of asking around town, we learned that the truck wasn't there, but nobody seemed to know exactly where it was. We sat around the plaza, played a few games of chess, and waited for the truck to show up.
Finally, at around noon, someone told us that the truck already left for Queara before sunrise. The bloodshot-eyed man we talked to last night had lied to us. We should have known better and talked to the driver directly. The day was a waste. At least it gave me another day to rest, and I was feeling pretty good by the time I went to bed.