We seem to be catching up to the local time now.

We stayed in bed until 11.00AM. We took our Malaria meds and ate a protein bar. Same routine, different day.

We have been here two sleeps as my granddaughter would saw a few years ago.

Everyone here seems very friendly. Who speaks English and who doesn’t is always hard to figure out at first.

I have made a few friends of the bar employees by talking with them and giving them my card. I don’t drink alcohol, but we still find things to talk about.

I’m always surprised at people who think skin color matters. It is simply a reaction to the amount of sunshine one people get compared to another. It is the result of simple geography. I have read somewhere that it takes around nine thousand years for a white person’s offspring to turn darker as one moves to an area of more direct sun.

Having said that, it is interesting to see that every culture uses skin color as a guide to strata in the culture. The Latins, the Asians and most other groups do the same thing. Even African Americans do it to each other. It is an interesting fact. We are animals after all and perhaps want to belong to our own little group, I suppose.

We saw the first of our traveling companions arrive last night.

The weather is cloudy and warmish. It’s just a tad warmer than I prefer. But if it stays like this I will be content.

However, I doubt that it will remain this nice. We are high in the mountains, after all.

Don’t forget to listen on Audible to “Sunrise, Sunset,” “Kazu, son of Oshida Kamasaki,” and coming soon, “Grandpa Ernie’s Secrets” by R.C. H.and