During one coconut and fag break, sat on a plastic chair, eye-line straight up the street, I was thinking it might be good if I found Becky again when a scruffy bloke came limping along - the Brazilian version of yours truly - looked me in the eye, broke into a big smile and said loudly, "Hey Gringo! How you doin' man?" He shook my hand then sat down, and in a much softer voice asked, "You want some Becky?"
Coconut slurped, we set off on a trek into the suburbs on cobbled roads, passing red brick single storey houses wrapped in jungle tentacles, gardens jungle too, man meets nature, and after 20 minutes in soft drizzle, both of us limping, I said, "Where we going? Paraguay?"
"Just down here," he laughed and pointed to a dirt road to the river. "Wait under that tree man, it's dry. Five minutes, ok".
About ten minutes later when I thought my $20 had done a flit over the border, he came hobbling heroically back up the hill, puffing and panting, trees dripping fat drops of water from huge leaves. He passed the Becky over then took my hand and put it to his heart which I could feel hammering within his chest cavity.
"Very bad," he smiled before waving and walking away. "Nice to meet you man."