drifted away from the southern coast of DR, in midst of mountains I find the village of 'the burnt'
Isreal quietly saddles up
the village has a few streets, several stores, a church with a primary school and no hospital
I'm a stranger here, everybody watches curiously
come to the crossing point of river
many villagers cross river like this
construction workers on the river bank have built a cable troley
so I took it one day
fire in the mountains of Los Quemados (the burnt) in DR 'quemados' also means accademically failed
across the river, through someone's private farm property, there's a waterfall where everyone hangs out
on the way back home, half a mile to the river and the rain came in hard by a colmado
colmado is a general store, sells batteries, soaps, cigarretes, beer and collection of Domnican rum
waiting for the rain to lift, to get back across the river
water is rapid, hold onto each other
Prakash, an Indian national and Dominican resident on a vacation with his French wife Laurence and their lovely 1 yr old, another rare guest in the village of Los Quemados. I get to tag along with them to the Northern city of Santiago, where I flew out of this country, back to the United States, but my Corn Farm Tour continues
Thursday, July 26, 2007
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