Deep in the Country
Technically, we're not in Armenia. We're thirty minutes south, in a farming collective that is 3 miles from the nearest village, called El Caimo. You have to pass a checkpoint to get into the collective, which is composed of 40 small farms. Most grow coffee and plantains, our farm happens to specialize in aloe vera.
The main house is a modern two-story with bamboo beams. Our cabin is off to the right about 150 yards.
It's a classic Colombian cabin, or so they tell us, with a thatched roof and south-facing windows that look onto a hillside of trees filled with birds. Just below the roof line is a section of screening, which lets the breeze and sounds through.
You can walk or sit on the wrap around porch and take in the ambiance. The cricket soundtrack lasts all night and makes way for birdsong at daybreak, around 6am.
Inside there is a large bed and two rattan chairs. The entire skeleton is made from bamboo, the walls are a rattan weave and the floors are made of light wood.
Three is a palm husk tunnel from the back door the outdoor bathroom. Looks nice during the daytime but Dodo asks for an escort once the sun sets.
The bathroom has a large mushroom shaped roof over it.
The shower is out in the open, but facing into the farm where, in theory, you bathe solo. On the other side of the shower is a toilet and commode.
Breakfast is in the main house.
There are plenty of critters to keep you company.
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