Hitching in Peru

I had a hotel room somewhere out of state and thought that i'd try my hand at hitch hiking. Walking down the shoulder of a highway, I noticed pine trees and mountains in the background. So far, everything was going great and was having a great experience. I came to the mountains and started to walk up the switch-backs until I realized that it was just too difficult and it was then I decided to hitchhike. At this point, I believed I was somewhere south, in Alabama or Mississippi, but wasn't at all sure. I asked the fellow that picked me up where we were but he had no straight answer. He asked where I had spent the night before and I said "Reynolds" and he said he believed that was in Indiana. None of this information fit into where I believed I was, especially since I had another notion that I may be in fact hitching in Peru. As this idea settled in, we came to another town. The lay out of the town looked like any other in America that one would see a built around major interstates- with chain restaurants, hotels and a small urban center. Nevertheless, when I exited the car, at a hotel, where I intended to spend the night- everyone was Peruvian. I wondered how I'd ever manage to make it home again and also worried that I had completely forgot about my nicotine patches in the other hotel. Luckily, the hotel I was at had complementary patches sitting near the sink. Exiting the hotel to get my pack, I ran into my little sister who said that I should look for the locals who wear red because that indicates that they will take bribes and get you anything you need, provided you had American cash. Just so happens that I had a wallet full of cash and the first red-clad Peruvian I saw agreed to get my a long list of items I needed.