One of the many downsides to having white skin is inevitably being the "revered guest" for whom the animals are slain. The food often tastes great if you can look past all the parts, but after a few days of eating the same meat in an area with absolutely no refridgerators anywhere in sight, I start to get a bit leary. The people are so poor, but they nearly always insist on slaughtering and cooking for us no matter how much we protest.

This little boy was playing by the river, head messily shaven (undoubtedly due to lice) and snot running down his face. He was probably 10, but tiny and malnourished. (And probably freezing! It was about 34* and raining!

Another mountain pass. There are concrete barriers on the very steepest, curviest stretches. Here the road is very good, but still treacherous!

Hiking in a new area always draws a crowd :)

I am always amazed that we don't see more accidents than we do. We sometimes see big trucks that have rolled down the ravine and scarred or knocked down concrete barriers and trees. Often the road is a dirt/gravel/old pavement/ broken, fallen chunks of mountain combination. Huge trucks and buses barrel through, passing each other with a honking system that I haven't quite figured out. Even the best stretches of road are covered with debris, a dangerous element on a path carved into the side of a very steep, very curvy side of the mountain!