Just two days into my adventure in
My day to day life around Las Cuevas is fairly non-exciting, however, I will give you an excellent overview.
In the morning, I wake up. Surprising really, due to the fact that I sleep on a thin foam pad, with a sheet over me. Stinky boots lie next to my head, as well as a broken rollie chair that holds a frightening amount of dirty laundry (which I then proceed to put back on), and the night air holds a chill around 50 to 40 degrees. Sadly, I have yet to find a blanket. But, despite these odds, I get up and sit for about five minutes. This is mandatory, because my body is not really rested, and needs that five minutes to cry, but, afterwards, I rise to my feet. I grab a shirt and a pair of pants (caked in mud) and head down to the bathroom below the small guest house I reside in. There I dress, and attempt to put in contacts. This task is no small thing, as oftentimes it is still dark, and sanitation is not optimal. When these personal chores are completed, I head to the Mess Hall to grab some breakfast. There one finds coffee (instant), some eggs, biscuits, white bread (there is no whole wheat bread here), margarine, and bananas. Lately though, I have been missing breakfast (which, by the by, is served at 7:00), and instead eat a nice meal of cold cereal.
After breakfast, there is usually a lull in activity, and depending on the weather, I sit outside. These past two days, the morning sky has been clear and blue, with a hint of wispy clouds. The breeze is just strong enough to blow away the swarming botless flies (they really really suck). And the songs of the birds and the serenades of the cicadas fill the air with a warm and living sound. The problem with a good lull though, is that it always ends to soon. And, recently, it means the beginning of the day’s work. I'm not complaining though.
Three mornings ago, I awoke at 4:45 and hiked to the
Much of my work down here is due to one measly plant. Xate, to be exact. It is commonly used in floral arrangements, and sells for quite a bit. As well, it grows quite well in
The exciting. Hacking through Jungles is a most excellent exercise, stress relief, and after a bit, sore muscle and sense of futility creator. You get to see exotic plants, before you cut them down, beautiful animals, as you destroy their habitat, and sweaty BDF (the Belizean Defense Forces) soldiers in Green BDU's, as they hack a path through the jungle. It is really quite exhilarating. The fauna changes every kilometer (I have been thinking in metric lately, sorry, a km is about .6 of a mile), the trees reach amazing heights and the seedlings create a feeling of people in the streets of a city. Vines reach all the way to the sky, and butterflies flutter from one shrub to another, in every pattern imaginable. My forays into the jungle have given me a sense of how futile it is to try to create permanence in a place where nothing is the same from day to day. As well, I find the environment to be fragile, highly susceptible to the onslaught of man and his technology.
I would like to bring your attention to a very interesting mutualist biological structure. Mutualism, for anyone's information, is an evolution where one species preys on another species, the preyee develops a defense, the prey develop a better offense, the preyee develops a better defense, and so on. The ultimate climax of this is mutualism, where one species lives in harmony with the other species. Such is the life of the Sacropia tree and the lives of the ants that inhabit it. The Sacropia tree is hollow, and the ant colony uses it for shelter, and possibly even for food. The ants in turn provide protection (yes, biting, eating flesh while I scream, protection). I just thought that was cool.
At the end of the day, I take a cold shower (or, alternatively, if it has been sunny and no one has used the shower yet, hot shower) and change from my sweaty, dirty clothes into shorts and a wife beater. I then eat dinner, which is usually very good, and enjoy the cool night air. The generator is turned off at about nine, and darkness ensues. I go to sleep. Repeat.
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