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?


The volleyball court, meeting house and the school building backing up to the jungle frontier. Eight years before, this whole place was primary jungle.

Close-up of the fascinating marks on a glow beetle. Frisbee is fun, but this was some neat stuff.

Ahh, the nightmarish little guy who persuaded us to rethink our idea of sleeping on the floor. Too bad there was no alternative. A machaca maybe? Actually a whip scorpion, I'm told.

The two highest structures in Uwijint, overlooking the river that serves the community's needs.

This kid's name is Christian. He bit me. The machaca had nothing on him.


Blogger Jade said...

He bit you!? So funny!

3:34 AM  

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