As we drive to our second stop, one of our guides has just pointed to a mountain and said, “we are going to the top.” We have a map, but the road we are on is not on it… Poverty surrounds our van. I am feeling, too blessed, if there is a such a thing. I feel bad for owning this lap top at the moment. My stomach is turning a bit at the moment too. Anyone who knows me, knows I’m a steak and potatoes kind of guy. I’ve never had goat milk, and never ate a guinea pig… I am told those are things I might be able to look forward to on this trip.

We are heading to an area inhabited by Squatters. I am told it is somewhat like the Mafia. There is a good chance some of the children we are going to visit have parents who are part of the Guerilla movement. The smell is strong and unpleasant. The streets are narrow, and the stray dogs are too many to count.