...on the bus.
I´ve heard that the better painted X-American school buses in general make more money than the simpler looking ones.
...getting my Machette sharpened in Panamá before heading to check for holes in the Darién Gap. I ended up taking a short flight to a port city, then two shuttle boats to Colombia. The machette ended up being quite useful working with the campesinos in communidad de Paz.
...my first view of Colombia.
...staying somewhat dry in the hills above the Communidad de Paz.
at midnight on December 31, they burn efigies throughout Colombia and Ecuador, some of politicians, but mostly they are supposed to represent bad habits. this one is a ¨burracho,¨drunk, as can be known from the pint of some sort of alcohol stuffed in his collar.
I spent my New Years in a small Colombian village near the pacific, accessible only by homemade rail carts, powered by stick or motorcycle.
horses like school, too!
...from Cuidad de Panamá. I wish he was in Gaza, too.
2 comments:
keen, joey!
I have much respect for your endeavors. It seems you are trying to learn everything you can about another culture. At the same time, your observations show a desire to find the commonalities between "us" and "them." What a great opportunity! Maybe the journey of a lifetime. Aunt Annie sends her love, too.
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