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a diversionary fruit picking day

Veneranda would like to dissuade me from setting off on my bike again and so, by way of diversion, she invites me to spend a day with her visiting the family land across the lagoon and down the River Tus.

We rise at dawn and are on the river as the sun rises.

Veneranda is well prepared for our day's labour: food, water, machetes, and various other items fill the canoe.

The day's main task in harvesting this year's crop of zapote. Veneranda's nephew scales the tree to a height of about 20 metres in seconds. Fearless.

Utterly fearless.

Veneranda clears the area below so we can find the zapote more easily as they start to rain down from above.

The haul is substantial and represents significant income.

Each fruit can be sold for the something like the equivalent of 50 cents. It is important to time picking the crop so that the fruit are ripe but not to leave it long enough for someone else to strip the tree.

Once we strip the first tree we re-enter the canoe and move down the river to a second plot of land.

The second site yeilds cashew fruit as well as zapote.

The canoe is an impressive piece work, expertly carved from a single block of wood.

Once the work is done we chug back down the river towards the lagoon dropping off to visit some family on the way.

Visiting family on the river. The poor benighted baby parrot is this infants favoured plaything. I feared for the birds survival. A broken neck seemed probable.

We are all weary on the return journey.

I spend another day in Brus trying to get further insight into negotiating the savannah. My only instruction is to follow the path to Wawina and when I describe the path I took previously some people tell me to take the right hand fork while others insist I should take the left. I am none the wiser.


A Hussite, yes, Hussite, church in Honduras. Does someone want to explain that piece of history to me, please?

Can never resist a washing line photo. Could be prayer flags, no?

Veneranda and her grandson in a quiet moment. The child's mother is in Tegucigalpa.

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