Finca Niagara
We spent the day today tramping around a coffee plantation called Finca Niagara. The name seems to come from the beautiful waterfalls that drain the cloud-covered mountains, along the escarpments of which the coffee plants somehow hang on.
The coffee is in prime picking condition right now. Some workers we ran into, taking a break after their shift, reported that each worker can pick a volume about the size of a large duffel bag in a day, for which he gets 30 quetzales, which is about $4. One of them then opened his bag and gave us a couple of pounds to bring home. Paul forced him to take a little money for it.
We’re feeling pretty lucky: we’ve chosen the right time to be here. It gets cold and wet and grim here for about half the year, what the cloud-forest climate and all, but right now it’s just pleasantly cool and dry, just like home.
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