Marty had checked the map. He knew he had to take the trill that began at the base of Mount Tomorrico, which was some kilometers away. He then had an idea; he hopped past the Hotel once again. There was a taxis and bus plaza (they weren’t buses but 70’s Volkswagen vans they used to move tourists and people around). He thought that some would eventually head that way, he didn’t expect to arrive but to get there as far as possible.
He climbed a tree – a very uneasy task complicated by his new hands and feet, which then revealed to be very handy for him to grab on the branches. From the top he waited trying not to be seen by anyone. He managed to catch a moth and a fly in the process. He wasn’t a fan…moths were tasteless, like rice cookies that Rachel ate to become thinner.
He waited and waited.
There was some movement. He hid behind the leaves the best he could. He took off the hood and hopped his green skin didn’t denounce him. Under him there was a van and only a driver. A tiny man, wearing a shirt and shorts, with a big latino moustache approached the van and got inside the vehicle and some minutes after he turned on the motor. It was his chance, Marty calmly tried to land on the van’s ceiling without causing much havoc. He gritted his teeth as the landing was rougher than he expected. He waited for the man to get out and check out but nothing happened. The music was already loud; the van shook and they were in movement. It went on the road and Marty was happy as he was driving towards Marty’s destination.