
Arriving in Paradise plaza.

Cock fighting corral, a common sport here

In the midst of a meeting Delcy responding to a question

A mule train in the plaza, mules are an intricate part their life

A cross is part of an altar marking a massacre on June 5, 1999.
We stopped to work on one of our trucks that was cutting out when
pulling the hills.
We were hours from any service stations. You never travel without a
mechanic there.

One of the burned down houses

The dusty road rolling over the mountains. Slash and burn you see in
the far hill is part of farming here.
One person in the commission remarked to me," It is sad to see
that organic matter go up in flames." I agreed.

Eating dust as we go, I joked that I had eaten two gallons.
I felt the dust in my skin for days afterwards despite my showers.

This fellow befriended me. He is standing by the mule barn in Alto
Carnaval.
He works for an agency that helps displaced people that have had to
abandon their homes and land because of the violence.
War is hell for these people.