be sure. Even people who proudly said "I don't sweat" found themselves
dripping. The area was more jungle like with Cacau (Chocolate), Banana,
Rubber, Mango (and they are a lot bigger than the ones in the store ),
and papaya trees.
To get to Buena Vista you have to take a very bumpy, washed out in
places, dirt two track. There is no grass, very little concrete. "Main"
street is an abandoned rail road corridor which we walked to the river.
At the river we saw where they wash their clothes, swim, and bathe.
The people are mainly sugar cane farmers and some work outside the area.
The homes are made of old railroad buildings or the track parts, local
lumber, bamboo, tarps, or anything that can be found useful in
providing a roof or walls. There is some electricity but the makeshift
wood stove is still the major choice used for cooking. There is a store
of sorts that collects the wares from those on the bus that actually
makes it out there. It was a good thing Kevin and Ginny make us leave
our money home because when we were loading up to head back we saw young
girls caring ice back to there homes and many of us were quickly
thinking about an ice cold pop. None of us have had any pop since coming
down here. We drink room temperature water or Koolaid. We are even
starting to stink….Manuel who is our driver said to another Guatemalan
when we got into the van that we made the vehicle smell
Americano…whatever that means. He said it in Spanish but we caught the
drift or should I say whiff after the day of high sweat gland use. I
can't say I felt hot as I do in the states but sweat we all did.
We are all just so tired, most have headed to bed. I am the last one in
for the shower and then it is off to bed for me too. It is almost
midnight in the States,10 PM here. I was going to call Rick tonight but
we got back so late I will just have to try tomorrow.
God's love and Ours,
J Rhodes
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