stars and stones, and future music We had planned to cut bamboo. Marcia has offered it to me. The moon perfectly. Decreasing. The Zodiac perfect. A warmth day. The falls, however, a bit chilly. It's raining. Not good to cut a 30-meter-high bamboo. But I had already prepared everything. Had a thick film purchased, which I wanted to build a kind of drying chamber. been the trigger fire for the moist air out of an old pipe had tinkered, it even provided with little roof to clean rain can not. Had everything packed in the car, should, together with 15 meters thick rope, saws, machetes and bricks on which the bamboo store. We wanted to and after the bamboo rods with diameters up to 30 inches (!) sawed and cut into equal pieces and once with Marcia store them then leave later provide to us. Later, because the road is still impassable. Meanwhile, however, opened a few miles a quarry. Mystery how he got the approval of the environmental authority to deprive an entire ridge of the rain forest giants and to steal after the demolition of the mountain with dynamite the rocks and leaving a hole in the area. On the other hand, the quarry is located. So far they have around Antonina to streets and roads used stones from streams. What is also from ecological point of view not to just support. The streams dig next one, the grounds for many fish and insects (gravelly soil) is destroyed. With the quarry that will probably now stop a little. Only 30 R $ (12 €) will cost a cubic meter of stone mixture. Much less than we paid last time. If it is time to stop raining, we will probably buy about 10 cubic meters and the worst mud holes and bodies of the access road to repair. Then we hope, can also get a small truck to our little hut. Then we can finally be delivered and bamboo building materials without our cement, sand and Co in bone piece by piece 500 yards carry over mud.
we will only do a little have to wait. should
morning, unfortunately, still raining. After that, first, a cold or Water Day. Both not suitable for harvesting bamboo. Time flies. The next waning moon is already the last one that is suitable for the bamboo harvest. Then begins the spring rainy season. Why is the weather prophets speak well of the rainy season in spring? It actually rains constantly.
Well in between, there are sunny days. Then we sit at breakfast in the morning under the trees or under the membrane roof of the workshop, when the fog has not lifted. Sometimes he envelops our little world clock to 9.
Unlike I expected, I find the winter here in the Near-wilderness bad not so. We have isolated the soil of our Hüttl one with empty milk cartons (tetra packs) and also a kind of particle board (made of real wood residues), the latter that it is inside a relatively pleasant, even if it has at the door only to 10 degrees.
has changed but our rhythm. We have become early risers and early bird users. Without power, there is not much to do at night. A small gas lamp gives up a little light, but just out funzelt only way forward as they would light up the room really. For cooking and ratchets last. But just to read, write or do not plan drawing. So it happens that we usually have around 21 clock in the hammock or snoozing on the sofa. In the morning around 6 or 7 of us awaken then have the rest of the cottage residents. Cats do have food. Dogs want to walk the dog run. And soon will probably still ask for the Bipperl Könerl. Because of the remains of the bamboo, we will build a chicken castle. But that's still a bit of a pie in the sky ....
