To say that this is the road less traveled would truly be an understatement. In fact from one direction, there is no road. The rainy season has now seen the full demise of the bridge to cross from Trinidad. The cow path is, well, full of cows, washouts, and more cows. And the mayor of Chinda has succeeded in closing the road through his town with a well placed tree of incredible proportions not readily cut through with the usual swing of a well versed machete. I never thought I'd say that the road out the back of this village through El Cerron, San Isidro, and finally Villa Nueveau is actually the best road today. If you can imagine spending a solid 1 1/2 hours riding in what feels like an overheated washing machine without the water, that's pretty close. At times the car traverses across gullies, solid rock, and a couple of narrow river bridges. Traffic consists of cows, chickens crossing the street, near death dogs, and the occasional vehicle of sorts beeping loudly to let you know to move over and whatever you do don't look down!!!! But the views are some of the most incredible I've ever seen. At times you are on the edge of your seat and the edge of a precipice, surrounded by faces of cliffs planted with the traditional field of corn, often with beans planted between the rows, quickly followed by a multitude of banana trees. This morning I caught the locals at the launderomat who giggled as they permitted a photo op. I also chose to show you another typical roadside view, one that frequently warrants closing the window quickly no matter what the temperature. The locals find this as just another day when life's necessities require a full day of travel to provide for current needs. This 'gringa' as I am affectionately called finds it draining at best, though it's nothing a cold shower won't cure. Hasta pronto, amigos!