No go

On Tuesday, Dec. 17, the four of us (Jim, Alberto, Eli & I) split up for lunch as we headed to points more easterly in our field.  Jim and Alberto got off the bus in Papayaco (or something like that), and Eli and I continued on another half an hour or so to this little spot in the middle of nowhere.  

There are apparently several dogs here who don't particularly like visitors, so we stayed down by the road and called up to the owners to let them know that we had arrived.

Except nobody came.  After we had waited a while, the grandson drove by on his motorcycle and informed us that nobody was indeed home.  

Might as well take a few pictures as we wait for the next bus...