We took tenders this morning into Boca De Valeria where we
were met by at least fifteen children lined up on the dock. Two young boys promptly took my hands and we
were escorted inland toward their village. The oppressive heat was bearable because of the sheer beauty of the land
surrounding us.
Down the dirt path
towards the village, we stopped to take pictures with a monkey, a sloth and
even what we think was a chinchilla.
There were little girls in native dress and a lizard on every little
boys arm. Even though the little boys
escorting me didn’t speak English, they had certainly worked out how to tug on
your heart strings. Eventually, my hands
got hot and I dutifully gave them a dollar after which they promptly headed
back to the pier to find the next sap with a pocket full of money.
In the village the huts were small, but there
was a school and a restaurant, though they were tiny and unexplored by the
guests from the ship. Most of the guests
brought pencils or candy which the children grabbed and wrestled over. Thoroughly drenched with sweat and in the
beginning stages of dehydration, Jason and I decided to head back to the ship
and the promise of blissfully cool air conditioning.
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