I doubt anyone really looks at this here website as we hardly ever update it at this point, but figured I'd plug in a few more pictures for the curious. This one is the border guard station. Right at the edge of town there are heaps of 16 year old boys in fatigues who check the taxis that come and go from Copacabana. It's at best a farse. The biggest drug dealer in town, who owns the vast majority of property here, has his own private large Mercedes bus that crosses the border (without passengers) and you better believe he has 16 year olds, who work in an office that looks like this, are going for the cash. Anyway. I feel safe.
One side of the street on our walk to work. It's mostly just crumbling half built houses, made of a dark adobe and brick. In the distance is the church and some of the massive, jagged hills that are omnipresent in the distance. To me this is a very indcative picture of middle class existence here...while the following picture...
Is a shot of the money that's flowing in this town. The lake is starting to be ringed by big beautiful (and extremely cheap) hotels such as these two. There are bell boys, restaurants, hot tubs and the like. Pretty nice. At times, when the sun is setting in the distance this look a lot like Monaco or some such wealthy principality to me. With the boats and the lake's gentle waves. If nothing is, this town is in a serious state of flux.
Just more of the walk to work. Nearly everything is stunning in both its beauty and simplicity.
You can't really get a great feel for his size here, but that's Salvador on our bedroom window ledge. He's just a monster. In three weeks he has easily doubled in size. He's quite the goodlooking young Simba, lion creature. Ferocious at times, but mellowing and becoming quite loving of Caitlin and I. You'll also notice in the background that pretty decent view we've got.
I doubt anyone really looks at this here website as we hardly ever update it at this point, but figured I'd plug in a few more pictures for the curious. This one is the border guard station. Right at the edge of town there are heaps of 16 year old boys in fatigues who check the taxis that come and go from Copacabana. It's at best a farse. The biggest drug dealer in town, who owns the vast majority of property here, has his own private large Mercedes bus that crosses the border (without passengers) and you better believe he has 16 year olds, who work in an office that looks like this, are going for the cash. Anyway. I feel safe.
One side of the street on our walk to work. It's mostly just crumbling half built houses, made of a dark adobe and brick. In the distance is the church and some of the massive, jagged hills that are omnipresent in the distance. To me this is a very indcative picture of middle class existence here...while the following picture...
Is a shot of the money that's flowing in this town. The lake is starting to be ringed by big beautiful (and extremely cheap) hotels such as these two. There are bell boys, restaurants, hot tubs and the like. Pretty nice. At times, when the sun is setting in the distance this look a lot like Monaco or some such wealthy principality to me. With the boats and the lake's gentle waves. If nothing is, this town is in a serious state of flux.
Just more of the walk to work. Nearly everything is stunning in both its beauty and simplicity.
You can't really get a great feel for his size here, but that's Salvador on our bedroom window ledge. He's just a monster. In three weeks he has easily doubled in size. He's quite the goodlooking young Simba, lion creature. Ferocious at times, but mellowing and becoming quite loving of Caitlin and I. You'll also notice in the background that pretty decent view we've got.
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