“Hola mis amigos. Mucho gusto,” the small Mexican bus driver said to us as we approached him from the airport entrance. A small nametag on his uniform shirt informed us his name was Hector. The heat was the first thing I noticed as soon as I walked outside. It felt like I had just openned an oven door. Hector was short and slightly overweight but quick with a well-practiced smile. His ball cap matched the logo on the bus...