This is not a part of the world where it makes any sense at all to drive at night, but clearly Matthew wasn’t interested in an overnight stay at that village. Randy has a pretty good idea of what’s going to happen now: many hours of driving very slowly on circuitous roads, half-blocked by piles of freshly harvested young coconuts, impeded by hunks of lumber thrown across the right-of-way as speed bumps to prevent kids and dogs from being run over. He leans his seat back.