Day one, much progress made.

Kelly, Kahlil and I watched Carl and Blondie roll the log down the slope. You can see the raw mountain earth scraped open by the landslide, which had brought down many fine trees.

Only one day after I came to stay in the village, I was still feeling shy. But thanks to Carl and Blondie, I already had a beautiful piece of wood to carve. Wet, muddy and sore as I was, I was having the time of my life.

Carl fetched Alan Williams, a local businessman, to haul the log in his truck. I became accustomed to such helpfulness while I was in Trinidad. I appreciated the way that people really went out of their way for me.