There have been some extraordinary natural phenomena here over the past few weeks. Even given the usual vagaries of the Tropics these seen to have been a bizarre sequence of events. It almost seems like the four horsemen of the Apocalypse are ready to steam over the nearest hill and charge down the slope towards us!
TBH and I often comment on the fact that we knew NOTHING at all about Central America before we arrived here, probably didn't even really know the countries that made up this geographic area and certainly had no knowledge of the history and politics of the region.
We have learned a lot since we have been here. This is a region that is ancient and yet raw, abused yet vibrant, poor but proud. A land that has been continually raped for it's natural resources, plagued with abusive missionaries, devestated by diseases and experienced continual upheaval by the forces of nature.
But it's fascinating to be here, and sad, and heartbreaking, and joyous all at the same time. This is not a region for the faint hearted.
It makes me think about the fragility of the human species, the tenuous grip that we have on life.
TBH always said that to live life to the full you have to live on the side of a volcano( Nietzsche) I didn't realise that he meant it literally.