That's what fuel for vehicles is called. Right now, there are two things you need to know about petro: 1) It costs roughly $5.50 a gallon... actually sold in liters here. 2) There is a shortage because our southern neighbor has closed the border due to an election protest, I think.
Now that you know what you need to know about petro, it's time for an adventure story.
The other day, a fellow travelling friend here texted Jason. He was in desperate need of petro. We usually keep extra on hand in case of shortages, but even our secret stash was out. So Jason and a friend went on a petro hunt.
They first stopped at the closest station. They were not going to open until the evening. So they went down the road about 15 minutes away. They were riding on the scooter and had a large jug with them. At the next station, they hopped off the scooter and went to the pump. The attendant was busy pumping fuel for a long line of vehicles, so Jason was content to wait. (There is no such thing as self service fuel here.) Then, a national with two coke bottles walked up to the pump, jumped in front of Jason. Jason was a little annoyed, but jumping in line is typical here. Jason simply scooted his jug way up close.
The man with the bottles began arguing with the station attendant. The attendant, clearly frustrated, filled up the man's bottles. The man paid and went on his way. Then the attendant turned to fill up Jason's jug.
30 cents of petro.
That's what was pumped into the jug when the power went out. What can you do but laugh?
The attendant took the money and turned to the long line of vehicles to let them know they would not be getting fuel.
Jason and the national jumped back on skooty with the jug full of 30 cents of petro, and headed to the police petro station. When they arrived, they jumped off skooty and went in with only their jug. Five minutes... that was their wait. FIVE MINUTES! We have friends who have waited in line for hours! So, we have learned the trick to it is to just bring a jug. People who have jugs don't wait in the vehicle line.
We had a friend who was one of those who waited in line for a long time on her scooter. A man in line told her she should have went to the front of the line because she was a foreigner woman. My friend decline and waited. Foreigners (especially women) here sometimes get special treatment. We don't like that very much. We want to be treated the same as the people. We are no better than they are.
I do, however, like it when I get stopped at a police road block, they let me through the moment I pull my face mask off my face. They assume foreigners all know how to drive and all have licenses. Well, though I do not want special treatment, I sure am certainly not going to argue with the policeman when he ushers me on without looking at my registration book!