Some of the perks of living in a third world country are the tiny things that contribute to its masked beauty. A typical Sunday day, a group of friends and I headed to the southern outskirts of town just for the sake of hanging out and have a good time. We arrived at my friend's house in Sabana Grande, which may I say, is like flashbacking to colonial American times before all of the historical crap that led to its independence and thus industrialization. It was nice to forget about all of the highly contemporary distractions that make up the bubble that we live in and get a taste of what my country is like.
{Transportation here is basically this. Moto taxis also known as "tuk-tuk" because of the sound they make}
{The entrance to the park: "Never say no to Sabana Grande}
{Heliopower mills in the south}
{We ha a delicious meal of steak, grilled chicken, pico de gallo, fried plantain, refried beans, and grilled veggies}
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