Note to self, don't cross the boarder on a Saturday. It took over 3 hours for this line to move. What they bring back over the boarder is beyond me.
Lets take a moment to give thanks for all that we have.
I have never seen kids work so hard. You should see all the little girls carrying 20liter jugs of water on their heads.
Just a beautiful moment while drive into the great beyond. Little did we know we would get lost in the dark and end up staying at a shady rondoval on the beach.
They may not have much but what they do have is neat and tidy. Can you imagine living in a house made entirely of grass?
Another day in paradise...
There's always room for one more.
The roads were awful. Good thing I knew how to change a tire. I'd never done it before though so this was my first attempt. Successful!
No thanks, I don't want to buy any hot sauce but would you like an oatmeal raisin cookie?
Two, two, two flats in one day. This was Kristen's first tire change. She learned by watching me just 2 hours earlier. How many spares come in a car? Right... ONE! Thank God for the local guy who fixed our first tire for free (and some oatmeal raisin cookies).
Such colorful materials they use for skirts and bags. This was the market in Tofo, the beach town we went to.
It's a long day of sitting and selling the same stuff as the person beside you.
Kristen's "shit sack." She put everything in it and could find nothing. But she loves it.
Horse back on the wide open beaches? My first time on a horse. I even learned to trot.
What a great way to spend our afternoon. Brownie and I got along just fine.
We also went through a small village.
Maintaining their homes is constant work.
We opted to stay in our car most of the time because if you pulled over into the little markets you got swarmed with people selling their wares.
They are so desperate to sell their stuff. It's really quite sad to watch.
Then there are the cashew trees. They grow, roast and sell them. Expensive but good.
Lots of pottery being made. Some are fired in the ground...
... and some in kilns.
There is no limit to what you can pack on a single truck. As with people, there is always room for one more.
The markets have a beauty about them despite the disgusting surroundings.
