|Fire of Life inside a typical Rancho|
|My Protective lodgings|
My stay was only a week long, and it was filled with hikes through thick and muddy jungles, swimming in rivers, feasting on rice and beans for every meal, and of course sacrificing to the mosquito gods so that they might spare me a few bites.
I must have sour blood. I was hardly bitten at all, which is shocking, given that an enormous cloud of mosquitoes hovers outside of my door every night. This place is buggy with a capital B. My poor students could hardly handle it and spent most of their time emptying cans of bug spray all over their bodies. Each night I have to navigate the centipedes and worms wiggling across the floor of my room in order to make it to the bathroom, only to have several mutant spider-crickets threaten to jump on me as I pee.
|The Main Road|
|Art hanging outside of the homes is very common|
|Main Housing Row|
|Breakfast every day|
|The Red Clay River is the Maleku version of a spa!|
I've been transformed.
|River time is All the time|