Mayari

Head to the river spot for a theoretical lining location, Arroyo Seiba. On the way out of town to Salto we come upon a perfect and unmentioned park right in town. Fruits that fall on your head from the trees above.

Workshop. Kids laughing at my feet, or maybe my foot tan. An immigration officer shuts it down.

Invited to coffee at the house of the man who says he's the jefe.

Ray

We were supposed to sleep in hammocks at the Salto. The officer set us back a couple of hours, and we decided to sleep in town. The casa had no empty rooms. They offered a plastic beach recliner with a pad, outside, for free. I paid for it in blood. A mosquito fed on me all night.