Two nights ago, after a long day of work, Seth and I read for a little bit before climbing into the sheetless, pillowless size full bed we share. My initial bitterness has worn off a bit, especially after discovering that my hammock keeps me warm at night.
"Okay Jimmy, now do you want to know what time it is?" Seth asked for the second time.
I prepared myself mentally for some absurdly early hour because there is not too much to do in the jungle after the sun goes down.
8:30pm. The sadest part is we fell asleep almost instantly. I don^t think I have ever been to bed this early voluntarily, unless my memories of being 10 years old are patently false.
The good part was that when the roosters and howler monkeys woke us up at 5am, we were well rested. By the time we hike up the mountain to the top treehouse to eat breakfast, we are very much awake and ready for work.
Seth and I are the first volunteers to sucessfully convince the hostel owners, Fred and Chad, that we actually knew enough about carpentry to have an independent construction project, building the showers. Fred told us, "Usually when people ask ¨What do you mean by square?¨ I send them down to move mud." Thanks Dad, we´re alot cleaner cause you taught us how to saw and make little marks on wood with a pencil ...
As to my predicition for the future, here it is: when Seth and I leave this lovely air-conditioned internet cafe and ride the bus 20 minutes to the middle of nowhere, hike up the mountain, and sit down for dinner, I absolutely guarantee we will eat beans and rice.
I have never met the lady who cooks us 3 meals a day for 50 Cordovas each (about $2.50), but I know she will give us rice and beans. Again. Just like every other meal.
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