At Kapiri, which is a gas station, a place to buy greasy road food, and a plant of some sort, we began our hitch.
We walked down the road until we were separate from all the local hitchhikers. Public transportation is non-existent on some routes, like where we were going for example, and so few people own private cars that hitchhiking is universal.
It is a fact of hitchhiking that people in nice cars don’t tend to pick up local people. We got picked up so fast on every leg of our journey and two out of the three times in great vehicles. I propose it was because they didn’t want to leave an old lady by the side of the road. And I waved, and smiled, and made eye contact.