Now they are in the center of some minor metropolis in their large black van. This latter item is currently occupied by one of the travellers, who is still suffering slightly from a case of Bali belly, or its North African equivalent.
Traffic lights change.
The other guys look at one another, back at him, grin. The lights change, a latin type honks a horn, they pile in and are off across the junction. Sitting bare-arsed in the center of a busy city street, regardless of country, is not something most of us are likely to experience, thankfully. They bundled him back inside and drove off once more, heading North.