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| WELCOME! |
My cabin mate Kate and I agreed to a slow morning
(read: sleeping in until lunch if possible).
Here is our blue-doored cabin; aka "Casa Azul".
The living spaces are tucked away in the dense hilly forest. The accommodations are simple and comfortable and the fluidity with the surroundings make it feel a bit like a secret camping spot.
What was her name? Where was that kitchen? Some coffee might help.
If you are not a coffee drinker, humor me for a moment...
If you drink coffee, you should bring the ground coffee of your choice with you everywhere you go. Surprising as it may seem, the colonial coffee growing regions of the world are either totally uninterested or prefer the instant stuff. In addition, Brazil is not known for its quality coffee as Columbia is and makes no effort to change that status. Green (upripe) fruit is picked, processed, and roasted along with the red (ripe) creating a bitter taste in general. I stand by my ability to quit the stuff "at any time" but I drink it daily. It is nice to pack and share these kinds of things.
Always bring treats to share. Candy from another country goes far to warm the hearts of those who don't understand a word you're saying. It is also a fun thing to spend your Reals (pronouced: hey-ice) on if you can catch a ride to Rosario da Limeira and shop in a local market. The local school bus is a free travel option if you can handle about a 40-minute brisk walk to the bus stop from the Iracambi Center.
It is also an adventure to attempt to brew it depending on equipment available. Iracambi's Volunteer Center has a small kitchen for self-prepared meals and two stovetop percolators:
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Binka and Robin arrived in their rough and tumble older model Range Rover with their boxer. The lunch bell was rung (or more accurately: metal dinner plates banged together) and we had a nice chat and snack in the open air restaurant.
| Food is cooked over an open fire. |
| Water is filtered. Drink this. |
Food is overwhelmingly beans and rice with a protein powder and cashew juice (the fruit, not the nut. That would be cashew juice, silly!). We, the people, cried out for variety and were supplied with noodles and a delicious slaw.
I spent the afternoon sorting through assignments and updating folks back home on the level of alive I was. I recommend taking a day or two after a big trip just to sort yourself. Friends and family have a tendency to want proof of life. The earlier you provide this, the more likely you are to stay alive.







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