yesterday
we completed another for sampling round 2.
it is the most physically challenging site by far, but also one of the
most beautiful and fun. it is about a 45
minute drive from our house to the site. we pass this beautiful cemetery on the
way. the graves are all above ground. i am surprised (and thankful) that our
old land rover made it all the way and back every day for 2 weeks - and
thankful that my field clothes are holding up.
the site is
basically on the edge of a mountain – which makes for spectacular views, but
sore legs. we divide the 500 by 500 m
grid in half to check the traps, so we hike for about 3 to 4 hours every
morning. for the bottom half of the grid, we counted that we go under, over, or
between 20 barbed wire fences. for this
site, there is a mix of coffee, forest, pasture, and sugar cane. all of it is treacherous in some way. the
coffee has cobwebs in between the plants that inevitably get stuck to your face
at some point in the morning. the forest
has steep slopes in the mud that you slide down repeatedly. when i work in the group with the farmer, he
holds my hand or arm through most of it so i don’t fall. i told him that i am like an old lady, he
said no, i just want to hold your hand - very sweet. this little mouse in the
picture wasn’t doing so well when we got him out of the trap. he was very weak
and wobbly. we didn’t have bait left, so
the farmer grabbed a banana to feed him and the little mouse sat and nibbled on
the banana. he was hungry.
the pasture
grass has vines all over the ground that hide the rocks, cow patties, and water
underneath them. they also reach out and
grab your feet so you have to do a little hop to free your foot and give
yourself a little more air time to place your foot down so that you don’t fall
flat on your face. the worst though is the sugar cane. the densely planted
stalks are about 8 feet tall and they are sharp. we wear long sleeves, keep our heads down,
bring our arms up to protect our faces, but we still come out with little cuts
all over. it is also loud and hot in
there. the silence after getting out of the sugar cane patch is amazing – like
someone was sharpening knives in both ears as your push your way through and
then just stops at the other end.
some of the
points are near some people’s houses.
one of them has a huge dog, named mancha (which means "spot" in spanish). he is tied up, so you can
sneak around him while is barking and pulling with all his strength against his
chain. when two of my field assistants
were walking that transect line, mancha pulled hard against his chain enough to
slip out of his collar…one of them screamed, the other froze in place. mancha though just walked over to a bush,
lifted his leg, and relieved himself.
one day of
rest today and then tomorrow we start the last site for this second round. no rest for the wicked as the saying goes : )




