So one of the local boys somehow arranged a taxi for us to get to Sav. We waited an hour for his arrival. A man around the age of 70 picked us up in a VERY old Toyota. He looked like he had lived a very hard life and had alot of character. I was nervous because I knew we had a fairly long ride ahead and the gas tank gauge was on E at start of the ride. I thought for sure we would run out of gas. There were no gas stations for miles. He The driver pulled off the road after several miles because the car was rattling so loud. I thought for sure we were out of gas and that was the reason he pulled over. He walked to the back of the car and said you are going to hear "bang bang" at which point I put my fingers in my ears to block the sound. He opened the hatch and SLAMMED it closed. My DH didn't understand what he had said so the remainder of his ride was ear ringing. It didn't solve the rattling problem either. But at least we still had gas.

During the ride the driver was talking to Mr. T who was sitting in the front with him. I didn't understand any of the conversation. The driver started crying and pulled out his phone and was showing Mr. T photo's on his phone. I came to learn that the driver was showing him photo's of his son that was recently murdered.