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decorating construction 2…

Beautiful BEAUTIFUL decoration of an old, abandoned house on Burela, Galicia in Spain, kind of outsider art i guess or just someone with a creative soul…

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Beautiful, stormy and romantic Cantabrian Sea, Burela

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Burela tiny houses

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Ghosts

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escape to mountains…

There was very little chance to leave Medellin as we were working Monday to Saturday on the workshop, however we did have one possibility, escaping the city up into the mountains deep into the heart of coffee country…

The landscape of the Cauca valley with the tail end of the Andes viewed from up high…Click on photo to get the full effect…

traditional construction for the processing and drying of coffee beans…

Was told by a grower up there that colombian coffee beans have an exquisite aroma but not so much flavour so that generally the growers create a blend mixing them with other varieties of coffee…so there you go.!

So the weather is hot and steamy, every morning, a heavy mist starts from the ground and raises up through the trees as the day heats up. The result the fertile, abundant flora of the rainforest.

The trees are covered in a multitude of parasitical plant species…you will recognise a myriad of house plants but here on another scale completely…

The fauna is also incredibly diverse. We found this stick insect (?) at least 40-50 cm long on our car. It stayed there for hours, we could not get it to leave…in the end we had to help it back to the folliage!

There are around 18,000 different species of butterflies in the world, Colombia has around 3,500 of them…

disappearing indigenous architecture…

Galicia is about as far away from the hot and dusty flamenco dancing stereotype of Spain as it is possible to be.

For a start its origins are Celtic, you will find lots of blue eyes and red hair and pale skin (my late granny Aurora for example) and gaitas (bagpipes) form the basis for all the folk music round these parts. It has an impenetrable coastline known as the “Costa de la Morte” the coast of death (historically and still to this day a smugglers paradise due to the difficulty of patrolling it).

It has mountains and a strange creeping fog that appears and disappears at will. It is green, verdant and lush…and very very wet. Winters are hard and summers can be very hot but also rainy, but it is so very beautiful. I am particularly in love with the old stone architecture of the rural houses, kind of disappearing am afraid, crumbling away or being completely covered by creeping weeds and brambles…or maybe even worse being over “restored” into a kitsch abonination of their original selves…

galician miscellany…

Galician countryside..oh yes and me…seamlessly blending in to the land of my ancestors, maybe you can’t even spot me…

Des-res in Curtis…seriously, who lives in a house like this?…David, it’s over to you!…And did you notice the Tim Burtonesque dead tree to the left…?


it’s too easy!…


Who me??? Really??? (one of the many marys of Cayon)

But back to more concrete matters…Disappearing, indigenous architecture…Beautiful, beautiful stone work. All the houses in this area used to be built like this but more on this subject in a later post…


“ilovemyindia”

Went for a wonder with a couple of the Italian doctors here, felt a bit like we were THE archetypal tourists, all three of us invading, armed with cameras…was a bit embarrassed though no one seems to mind our presence, they find us funny (or stupid maybe?). This village sits around a lake just 4 minutes walk away from “home”(one of the few bodies of water i have seen around here that is not -apparently at least- filled with refuse). It is also where the Lake House is. The Lake house is also part of the orphanage and it is where they send the boys when they hit 13 or so… i think to keep them apart from the girls, who remain living in the main campus.

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indigenous architecture around the lake; the mud walls and palm thatch is much cooler than the concrete blocks they have now started to construct, but have the problem of encouraging rodents and snakes, however they do stand up very well in the monsoon season.

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the lake house (formerly the house of a wealthy farmer from the 1920’s)

(I love my India is a Hindi song from the bollywood film Pardes from the 90’s…apparently if anyone is putting on a show, they always pull this one out of the hat).