City Boy

My son K, a city boy, is here for a short visit. Today, I told him to get ready at four in the afternoon because I was going to take him on a ride and to a place he has never been before. Of course his curiosity was piqued and he started to ask so many questions which I refused to answer. I took him on a three and a half kilometer ride on a railroad car which we call a "carito". It is a bamboo and wood cart pedalled manually by one man. At the end of the tracks was this tiny fishing village by a river that opened up to the sea. Beautiful, isn't it?

Large is better.