When DH & I quit smoking, we saved the money and went to Mexico for three weeks. The Lonely Planet guide to Mexico was the guidebook that led us on an amazing adventure across Yucatan and Quintana Roo.
So, because of the guidebook, we ended up picking up hitchhikers for the first time ever. They were a couple from Europe, living in Germany, on vacation in Mexico. She was German, and spoke German and Spanish. He was English and spoke German. We could talk to him, and him to her (my HS german got the gist) but not between. We're Canadian, so we speak English and French, so Spanish is close, but not the same.
We knew when we left the ruins that they were following the same path, because the book specifically mentioned the risks of taking the tour buses, and getting left behind. When we saw the half-hearted thumbs out and the guide book we stopped and Matt approached our car. DH rolled down the window and he asked if we were heading back into town. We told them we had some touring left to do, but if they wanted to tag along...?
They were more than happy to have someone drive them to the last two stops on the tour, without charge, just because we were going that way. We saw Uxmal and Lol-Tun, and on the way back, in the evening later than we should be on the road, we were stopped by the Mexican Army (Federalias?) Four machine guns pointed at the car, we pull over. We roll down the windows and the girl in the backseat starts to butter these guys up. In perfect Spanish she tells them where we were, where we're headed, the great trip we're having, the wonderful things we've seen, and how happy we are to be in such a beautiful country. I'm in awe. They step back from the car and wave us on. With their guns. I lean out the window and say "Feliz Navidad!", because it was Xmas eve. And I was so happy, and don't know when to shut up.
And the weirdest thing happened: These guys who were stern and serious one minute were happy smiles and handshakes the next. "Feliz Navidad, próspero año y felicidad!".
So, we head back into town, a little freaked out by all the guns, (we saw more earlier) and ask the couple where we can drop them off. They are staying in a small hotel in the old town centre. We are too, would it be okay if we dropped them off where we need to park and they find their way from there? Perfect.
We park around the corner from our hotel. They follow us out. We walk to the hotel. They follow us. We're getting a little freaked out. I notice she's getting a little freaked out too. They were on the 2nd floor. We were on the 3rd. Even though we continued to follow the guidebook, we never saw them again.