SABBATHWhen you walk into a land with such high humidity a seemingly perfect 75 degrees starts to feel like an unbearable 100 degrees. My skin has turned from a fresh white to a tender red. I'm learning to seek any area that has some resembelence of a shade sanctuary. This Sabbath Juan, CJ, Brena, Eden, Paul, Martha, Leovina, and Leovina's neice, and myself went to the Quistococha Zoologico (aka the zoo). This was a place of some shady life. Now that is good and bad I suppose. Good because my skin had the opportunity to cool down and bad because you have to wonder what keeps those crazy lions from deciding to break down their little shack of a prison.
As the picture above depicts, everything is within reach at this place. If you slip then you'll find yourself swimming with the Paiche (the second largest fish from the Amazon!) and if you're pushed then you'll find yourself scrambling with the crocodiles but if you just don't watch where you are going then you'll find yourself holding a Boa, one sole poorer and a picture proving you are not attracted to giant slimmy things.
SUNDAY
Take a deep breathe - let it out.
The market. Hundreds of people come together to buy and sell and barter for food products; ranging from butchered chickens to week old aligator tail to gutted pigs to heeps of beans, and clothing; salvaged shoes with an oily shine to beautiful new quincianera dresses, and electronics; sketchy watches to blaring radios to the over rated television.
I have to admit the gutted animals have a lot of interesting internal colors that look like a partitioned rainbow. In a small way that makes up for the lack of sunshine and the excess of motor car fumes. The red blood covering the countertops provides a nice backdrop to the extremely pale white meat. And the split hoof of the carcass dangling over the edge just says, "Come eat me you silly vegetarian."
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