After checking into our hotel, I started my search for Chiclets. I scored on the third esquincle I asked. I made the kid repeat the name Angie used on her runs—"Brain-dancer"—until I was convinced that he could pronounce it properly. Then I sent him on his way with two hundred pesos, then killed time in a nearby plaza, watching the Azzie drivers play chicken with each other. Decades ago, in an effort to cut down on pollution, the city council had decreed that each car was banned from driving in the city one day per week. Drivers responded by buying a second car, and the new set of wheels allowed their family members to take to the streets as well. The number of vehicles doubled and the result was the current anarchy that passes for driving. Amazingly, there are relatively few accidents. Ekchuah, god of travelers, must have been a busy deity.