Chowing dooooooooown without no frown, make yo belly full till you layin on the ground, try to get back up but you can't turn around, next time eat a bit of food instead of a MOUND.

The day after Thanksgiving there was a legendary chancho roast. They use the blowtorch to burn the hair off, not to cook it. They were cooking and eating this 300 pound beast (so I was told anyway) until 11 that night. This pic was taken around um, 2 or 3 pm. We were right by a river so much swimming and enjoying of the hospitality of the good folks of San Juan Bosco was had. Bunch of volunteers, bunch of locals, all just hangin on out and sharing stories and great food and company. We went jumping off of a rock in the river and spent hours skipping stones back and forth across the eddie pools when it became too tedious eating roast pork or watching the leafcutter ants to their thing up and down and all around.

Cerro Pan de Azucar, the looming beast of a mountain above San Juan Bosco. It's a lot bigger than it looks here. A LOT bigger.

Okay, finally we're back to some of my photos of the trip to cut trail on Filo de Paxi. That´s one of Jungle Dave´s community contacts. He´s a super cool local guide who works for the munipality and swings a mean machete. Good with jokes too. Not sure what the species of plant that it, but I´m fairly sure it was a bromeliad. There were MANY MANY like this in all shapes and sizes and colors, but the trail condiditons were so diabolical at times that I could only take pics during the tamer sections for fear of dropping the camera down some hidey hole and never seeing it again.