
This was the house I lived in for two weeks in the mountains. Yep.
Bolita is a lodge. People can pay 10 dollars a night to stay there and hike the 14 km of trails on the 61 hectacre mountain property. It is beautiful there. It was an experience. This was the place where I had beans all day every day, woke up to roosters, gotten eaten alive by sandflies, stepped on snakes and stuff like that.

Stupid chance is the only reason I did not step on this gi-normous snake. It was easily at least five feet long.

Crossing the river with an empty propane tank. Then going back up the mountain with a full one. I felt like a Chinese peasant.

View from my balcony. This was sunset.
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