A “camote” is essentially a Mexican sweet potato sold on the streets. The “camote guy” pedals a bike of sorts and attracts attention by allowing steam to escape his tin-man type contraption. The escape sounds like a whistle if it were to ascend the crest of a hill, it’s the sound of a journey, the end of a shift, the soundtrack of an emotion, it’s the sound that a solitary bird might make in a Murakami novel.  The Camote Guy (click to listen)