There was a semi-serious tremor (fortunately it didn't cause any injuries) that sent everyone into the street last weekend. We were driving to the beach and didn't even feel it, but people started calling my friend Triby to make sure everything was okay. Then we realized why the traffic was so bad and why so many people were standing out on the side of the road.
At Moje in Ilobasco there are workshops for people who wish to be artists. Clay is the most popular art form in the region, there are even artist co-ops for clay workers.
The contaminated waters of this "river" are actually just sewage leaving the city center and flowing through the poor neighborhoods. Drinking water is brought to the poor area through a single irrigation pipe. Women walk with plastic jars on their heads to collect clean water for washing and cooking.
Men cut down the rice with machetes and slam it against a metal barrel to release the grains while the women rest in the shade after bringing lunch. The birds were starting to eat the rice, so there had to be an early harvest.
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