Rural tranquillity

I have already mentioned that the vice-alcalde would wake me just after 5 every morning with  muy buenas dias. But before then at 4 would start the deep hooting of the buses in the bottom of Tonala calling people to get out of bed, get on the bus and go cut sugar cane. At 3 would start the crowing of the innumerable cocks. And then was the bounteous barking of the dogs - every house had at least one.