Picking up hitch hikers, life at altitude, landing on the tourist trail, and time travel

When you pick up a hitch hiker you have a very,very short period of time for you both to figure out if either of you are a serial killer.

As I rolled past, he put his cigarette out on the heel of his Vans and put the butt in his pocket. Serial killer he may be, but a considerate one at least. I stopped, rolled back, window down and asked where he was going. Atacama. Jump in amigo.

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