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I've
never seen
so much rain nor so many exotic
birds. After being shut in by the rain for two days we
took a chance on a trip on a remote lake. The rain let
up but not for long! We were two and a half hours out
in a small boat when the buckets started coming down.
Before the downpour, and in spite of the overcast, I got
some good bird photos. We also had fun chasing crocodiles
in the reeds.
On the way back, our young skipper sought out a place
to take a refuge from the storm. He had a friend who lived
alone on remote spot on the lake. Salamanca was his name
and he was pleased to have visitors in spite of the reclusive
life he seemed to live.
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Sals' front yard |
Sals' car |
Our
little break proved to be a fascinating peak into
the mind and life of someone who had chosen his
own private exile away from humanity. He is probably
in his mid-forties and originally from Columbia.
He had no formal education and was regretful of
that.
He was however, well versed in the health benefits
of natural foods. Surrounding his open air hut on
the lake was a veritable grocery store in the trees
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Coffee.
Oranges. Papaya. Avocado. Pineapple. Lemongrass.
Oregano. Mango. Organic of fish and fowl rounded
out his diet and almost eliminated his need to ever
leave his isolated homestead.
When the rain let up, he sent us on our way with
a half a dozen "native" oranges and extended
a warm invitation to return. A very friendly hermit,
he was. |
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