Monkeys and Keyboards?

A bit closer to the church in Giron, just ouside the cafe where I ate spaghettin bolognaise. So nice to have a meal that isnt based on rice and beans. 

Woof. 

Such nice space. 

In the couryard of an exhibition, that I kind of wandered into, asking a guy by the enterance if I could have a look, he said of course, and opened up all the doors for me. I am not sure if it was actually open to the public, but no matter. It was much more interesting than the official art gallery, and the settin was just lovely. 

Lovely lilly. Favourite flower of the trip this one. 

This one is called Sol Espiritual by Nohemi Varga Manzano 

And the kids are playing football with no shoes again. 

Mrs Chamaco reading her bible. I looked, and started to sing some of the Psalms- in spanish of course- and she and the girls joined in immediately, no need to see the words. 

They used the fabric on their fingers to strip the leaves from the branches. 

The workers in teh fields. 

Two of the brothers. 

The youngest of Andres the Neighbours children. 

another village not far from the Finca 

Take my picture... 

Nature keeps hersself busy. 

Tropical flowers trying to take over the Jungle. 

My bed. 

The kitchen 

Baby with Machette. 

Cluck cluck, eggy for my tea. 

The family. When we arrived in the village it was deserted but for the children and a few women, as everyone else was working on their fincas.  

Casimuro, and his brother, with the Chief Mamon Selio in the Background. 

Little piggy using his favourtie scratching spot. 

Just Jungle a path, Jigari, friend and Horse. 

The local equivalent to the M1. This path takes about four days to walk form end to end, connecting numerous vilages, and farms to the outside world.