Back to Shell

February 10, 2008

The jungle mists are rising out of the sun kissed rain, the last light is crowning El Altar’s jagged peaks, the noisy green parrot is cackling into the fading light, and I am returning once again to Shell.

Standing on the Pan American Highway is a very interesting experience. One gets to watch life on the road throttle by from a completely different vantage point. As I waited for a bus to stop and bring me back to Shell I was kept entertained by the goings on of the road. I saw a tethered sheep bleeting from the top of a bus roof rack, a very large cow standing in the back of a very small pickup, and busses passing each other three abreast on a two lane highway. Live chickens on the bus are old news now. Another missionary named Andi added to the bus lore. She had a man sit down in her adjoining seat and plop a newly decapitated cow head right beside her.