The Market:

We were told that we would be going into town and we were intrigued to explore. At 4 Kilometers away, Campo Verde was the closest town down the one main road from the base. Our little group of 5 walked to the side of the road and quickly an odd little vehicle puttered up. The front was half of a motorcycle, where the driver sat, and on the back was two wheels with a bench. This was a motorkar, and it was The main mode of transportation for getting into the town. It was an interesting conversion, the chain from the bike's transmission ran to the back left wheel while the brake cable went to the right wheel. The girls piled into to the bench while Chris and I jumped up on the back. The motorcycle up front revved up and the driver twisted the throttle, we began to roll. The air rushed into our faces as we clung onto the vinyl roof for dear life. On the sides of the road was mostly green trees and grass with huts, houses and random food stands scattered around. Fifteen minutes later we were in Campo Verde. It was nothing more than buildings in the dirt on either side of the road. There were many little store fronts selling little items from soap to bread. We walked into an open building which was the market. This consisted of nothing more than 20 vendors lining the room with fruits, vegetables, and produce. There wasn't much to be seen; we noticed a couple of slaughtered pigs hanging around, but the thing that there was the most of was the dogs. There were little mutts of every color running around everywhere. After finding potatoes, tomatoes, and dish soap, we were ready to head back. This really was a little town; the people lived behind the buildings up dirt roads and they seemed to come congregate in the buildings of the markets. It was simple but it was life here that we were to get used to. Aug. 30