Moments before this moment, the Coca Cola truck in the background passed another semi taking up both of the oncoming lanes and leaving us pulling cactus thorns in the ditch. We both swore oaths to never touch the stuff again the rest of the way into town. Sun blasted and staring off into space outside the mercado a local man stuffed a 1.5 liter (!!) bottle into my hand, ignoring my protests as he gestured to his own 1.5 liter. Oath broken, near tears at his generosity and left to sift through the levels of irony for the remainder of the evening's ride.&amp;nbsp;