Today we arrived in the village of Quillacas, just as a fierce storm blew in. We sought shelter just like every other living thing in the village, and decided to stay the night as it remained highly inclement. A very basic room was found, the weather calmed and before bunkering in I went for a walk.
However, there are two social groups who always seem obviously happy. The Kids and the Dogs. Both are oblivious to what we may term squalor, being full of energy and fun, having a great time playing with their contemporaries and each orher. There are few obvious constraints on either group - and it shows. Perhaps growing up here has some major benfits after all?