Thursday, April 4, 2013

B is for Barro

Well, this one is a bit hard to guess as it has nothing to do with bars. Barro means mud, which is a world of difference from the snow we've had for about 6 months now. Don't forgot to roll your "r" when you say it! Makes the mud sound delicious. I've almost forgotten what mud looks like and my feet long for the chance to wade willingly through the wildly wet marvel that is a mud puddle. Much to my parent's chagrin, I used to delight in sitting in mud puddles pondering the meaning of life and wet knickers!

To tie this in to my travels, I was in a very rural place once which claimed to have magic mud. To arrive we had to travel in a van with about 25 people crammed into a it for an hour. Most of the people were locals and were not going to the use the thermal waters. We didn't know about the mud until we arrived, at which point we were told that for $2 a little boy would scoop us a bucket of hot mud to put all over our bodies. The two guys decided to go for it and I decided to take photos and laugh at them instead (nothing wrong with a bit of mud, but it was too hot for this northern girl)! The guys had a blast covering themselves to the point of ridiculous and hopping around like crazy sloths. The little boy said that the mud would extend their life span, so I'm sure to die before they do. Being guys, they of course treated me to whatever mud they could manage to hit me with so maybe parts of me will live longer than others. Wouldn't it be strange to have random patches of skin that weren't aging? Hehehe. The problem came when they tried to get the stuff off! Wow, that was a challenge and it was getting late. Itching to get back to a populted area before nightfall I tried to convince them to shower the rest off in the hotel, however the freezing cold shower there was not appealing when they could bathe in natural thermal water instead. We managed to miss the vans that went back to the village and had to hitch-hike in the back of a cow trailer. We got to sit precariously on a log they'd strapped to the top of the open trailer with some rope for just 1 dollar each. It was exciting for about 20 minutes and we laughed about how we shouldn't fall into the trailer because that would hurt and be potentially fatal. Then it just got cold and dark and being young and stupid we hadn't brought our jackets. Luckily we all survived and I was able to tell you this story.

The photo is not mine. It is from http://www.panoramio.com/photo/16794368- they also have other great pictures of the area.

6 comments:

anothercleanslate said...

i am certainly glad you made it back to tell us the story too!

Karen Michelle Nutt said...

Yikes, what a story. So glad you made it back to tell of your adventures!

Ida Chiavaro said...

Speaking of interesting lives - what an adventure.

Maggie Winter said...

Have we been on the same adventures, I always forget my coat too!Happy A to Z.

Shirletta Armstrong said...

Ha! I used to enjoy making a mud pie, back in my day! :)

Shirleyisnotmyname

Marie said...

That is a pretty funny story!