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?


Standing in the courtyard at Jorge's Jungle outpost, the loro gets ready to bite my ear.

Mono nocturno they said it was. Doesn't look like a monkey to me though. More of a lemur-style critter or something.

Or maybe a teddy bear with a bloody nose.

Jorge and his children prepare to give us a taste of their music and dance. (The daughter stands in the doorway to the cooking room, where the creature was having its hair removed...)

A fleeting glimpse of the two storey guesthouse built on Jorge´s land. We had been hiking for a few hours and only saw the structure in the last ten or fifteen seconds... the jungle is thick here.


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