Saturday, March 24, 2007


I picked up an indigenous man last week towards dusk. He had walked down from the reservation and I pasted him as I drove 2 of my workers home. On my way back down I stopped and motioned for him to get in. It took me a few minutes to talk him into getting in my Rhino. He may have never been in a vehicle before, and no one here has ever seen a vehicle like mine. He put his hand out to shake hands, they don't know how. I took him down to a road on our farm that leads to a dilapidated footbridge that I would not slither across on my belly. I have a posted a photo below. Indigenous live on the other side of this sad bridge , it is their only way in and out.

3 comments:

Yee Ling said...

dear ginnee... this post on your blog came to me by mistake .. it was meant for a rosa at bellnet...

Jen said...

Hola,
We visited near your area last summer, uh... I mean rainy season. BEAUTIFUL! Glad to find a new blog. I look forward to reading your past adventures as well as future posts.

MariAn said...

hi Ginnee, what a wonderful adventure, and such courage. In bringing school upplies, where in Santa Anna do you drop them off? I can ask family friends to bring things. |Will keep in mind sweats, as we need them here too above Santa Barbara. |Will you be placing a map of your location on your blog? Went rating on reventicion years ago, remember the fun and beauty but not how we got there,,,sigh,,will try to go to the herb farm close to us, and ask about comfery (sp?) and will advise
keep up the good work, and posts
MariAn