THE OLD-FASHIONED WAY

Well, Steve and I had to deliver a message about a workshop I was holding the following week out in the country, and since nobody has phones, and there is no cell phone service, we delivered it the old-fashioned way. We drove 1 hr on the dirt-bike, and then walked 15 minutes to Doña Julia’s house, one of the ladies I work with. Here is a picture of the trail to her house.

They use large, forked tree branches as entryways between properties, to keep the animals out, and enclose the properties with barbed wire. As careful as I am, I still manage to snag my clothes once in a while stepping through the entryway. While walking to her house, we saw a few men harvesting beans. See below

When we arrived at her house, she was not there but we left a message with her daughter-in-law. This is fairly typical of messages in the country. You go to the person’s house, and if they are not there, you leave a message or try to find out where the person is and track them down, as Steve did the other day. Since it is farming season, most of the men are out working in the fields, and Steve walks the little trails, trying to find where the man is working. As you can guess, a lot of time is spent riding and walking, which we really enjoy. Below is a picture of our ride back to Matagalpa, on the main road, about 15 minutes outside of the city.