Chronicles of the Wayward Moot

WELCOME TO THE MOOT, oh world-wanderers and word-whisperers. After two years of Peace Corps. After 2,200 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. What. Comes. Next?

16/09/2006


A friend enjoying the warm hospitality of Marco´s parents at the orquideario... drinking fresh brewed Zaruman coffee and eating bread that was baked in that dome-shaped oven in the background. DeeeeeLISH!


The guest treehouse from below. Totally weet.

And another view from inside... that´s the corner of the queen size bed there on the bottom of the pic.

We are heading into election season here, so there are TONS of promotional materials plastered all over the place for the various candidates. One of the more common ways to get the word out is to stick a loudpseaker PA on the roof of an automobile and drive around town all day pblasting your message. This car is one of my favorite examples of this manner of campaigning. That hood is really painted, that´s not a sticker. I love Zaruma... Note the loudpseaker wrapped in a plastic shopping bag for hardcore weather protection.

I climbed the hil above town again tonight and on the way up spotted these two little pajaritos chilling out on a branch. The light in the pic is no good so it´s hard to tell how incredibly bright and yellow they were. I moved in a bit closer for a better photo but they flew off, laughing and chattering at me as they went. Bastards.

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