The day started out with a fair amount of conversation, as our peaceful mountaintop had changed its ‘flavor’ as of late yesterday afternoon, upon the return of our ‘landlords’. What an interesting word, ‘landlord’…it certainly fits in this situation when you look at the word and not the actual definition, more like the ‘intent’ in the word for these folks. Anyway, it has been quite peaceful here for a few months now, only us way out here, muy tranquilo. Then we had the ‘rug pulling incident’ which totally changed the flavor and direction of our life for 2013, but until now we had yet to confront the issues with the ‘landlords’. They returned yesterday, with a friend.
This is a good time to mention that these two landlords (man-boys), one of which lives here pretty much full time and the other one visits a couple of times a year, live their lives in a way that I would describe as seriously taking things for granted. This is not an easy life way out here in the jungle, with no electricity and no neighbors and the connection to the ‘other reality’ is a very rough and long road. These guys are in their late sixties and they are alcoholics, they have no phone, no cell phone, no car or truck, only an ATV quad that has been perpetually broken down for the past year or more (fix it and it breaks, fixed, broken, ad infinitum). As a result there is a great dependence on others for help, and it just so happened that our arrival here provided an easy source of connection, and assistance. This was somewhat ‘arranged’ as part of our rental agreement, with boundaries and restrictions – not something that would be available at all times, only as a convenience (would you mind picking up my propane while you are in town?). No problem, the situation was good for everyone initially; however it became another animal over a short period of time…
Back to the test. The Boys arrived late afternoon, shuttling back and forth to get the three of them and their baggage in here, a several hour process that lasted well into the dark, and then the party began and lasted most of the night. This morning we enjoyed our coffee and set out the day’s intentions, which for me was to catch my horses and get my gear back in order to start riding again now that the good weather has arrived. The horses were way out in the lower pasture, which required a hike in to get them, then I ride one bareback and tow the other up to the house. It was a regrouping session, the beginnings of getting our routines lined out, slow and deliberate with no agenda other than ‘back to work, boys’. As I was getting saddled up the quad came down the hill from the other house with the ‘guest’ aboard, making a run to town for something…Mate was weed-whacking and being attacked by ants, I had to help him recover his rubber boots and weed whacker as they were scattered across the hillside in an effort to get the little buggers off of him, as they were in full attack mode – up the boots and all the way inside – yeeouch! Anyway, that pretty much wrapped up that job for the day, and I was ready to head down the hill for a little jaunt with the dogs and the horses.
I had not even reached the property gate when another horseman was approaching me quickly, a local man who was talking rapidly in Spanish that there had been an accident, a moto and a gringo, down the road…I explained to him that he needed to go to the casa arriba where the gringo’s friends were, and the other casa is where mi esposo is with the only car (truck) to get help. I had my two-way radio on me (always when traveling alone) and called in to alert Mate of what was up.
Shit! Damn! *!%#@ Here it was, the ‘situation’ called forth (obviously orchestrated by the Divine, no doubt) setting things up for the ‘landlords’ to make their move and ask for help for their friend, as the only help would be Mate and the truck, and a cell phone (they had nothing but booze). The horseman stopped by to talk to Mate, and the gist of the situation was covered and then he was sent up to ask the landlords for help for their friend. One of them was still drunk and in bed, the other one was drinking and he said to the horseman, “fuck that guy, we aren’t going to help”. The horseman returned to Mate, explaining what just happened with an incredulous look in his eye, especially after he had just about expired his own horse not only trying to pull the quad out of the field but racing all the way up the hill to get help! And his friends won’t do anything???? So Mate got in the truck and he and the horseman headed down the hill to the ‘friend’, the ‘gringo’. I was already there and taking a survey of the situation (I hustled on down the road after radio contact), apparently he had lost control coming around a corner at the top of the hill and the bike flew down the hill, crashed through a barb wire fence, knocking two posts down (wire still intact, quad saved this man from being cut into pieces by the wire), rolled over twice and ended up on top of the man. This man can’t weigh more than 100# soaking wet, and he was obviously hurting. Mate and the horseman arrived and did a quick field medical check on the man, who had no broken bones but was badly bruised and bent. It is highly doubtful that the quad can be repaired this time. The gringo begged Mate to take him to town for some food, as there was no food at the house.
After serious hesitation Mate finally agreed to take the man to town for some food, the horseman headed back across the mountain to his own farm – after an extended and thorough introduction of himself, including his phone number and an invitation to his casa ANYTIME, PLEASE – and I headed back up the mountain to my casa. It was already midday and the heat had been cranked up to ‘hot’ and we were all sweaty and slow, but I took my boys through our ranch gate and unsaddled them, walked them back to their pasture and turned them loose then proceeded to make the long hike uphill back to the house. I was only home for a short time when Mate returned with the gringo, who had not bought any groceries as nothing ‘looked good’ to him. This has me completely baffled, the man begs for a ride to town to get some food because they are ‘stranded now’ without any transportation and returns with nothing? Okay, he almost died, shock was probably starting to settle in, and he was about to experience some serious pain for the night. He was also dehydrated (he did buy a beer), and most likely still somewhat drunk from the night’s binge. He must have lost the few marbles that he did have remaining in the rollover.
I have to say here that the horseman that found the gringo, which was an amazing stroke of luck as the chances of anyone going by that spot is slim to none most of the time, had found the passport of landlord#1 on the road, and returned it to him when he asked him for help for the gringo. Not even a thank you for that! Passports are worth about $5000 on the black market, so who is honorable here? Also, as Mate and the gringo were traveling to town, one of the brothers – our nearest neighbors – came running out of his casa explaining to Mate that he had found a credit card of landlord#1 on the road. Hmmm, what’s that worth to someone that has no money? And yet, it will be returned, honorably.
The gringo could have died, instead he had help and some medical ‘advice’ on what he had better do and what to watch out for, as well as a begged for trip to town for food. He said he had no money for the hospital, it would have to be ‘as is’. The quad will remain in the field. The landlords will be out of booze soon. There is no connection to the outside world except on foot, and it is a long walk. And they will NOT budge from their f..%*@# up attitude – why? Wow, this lesson is so multi-faceted we will be looking at it for a long time. The lesson part 1 for Mate is this: he has always dropped everything to help someone in need, no matter what, and this time was no different – the lesson was to be the witness to what the others chose to do, how they dealt with the situation. Always so important to act with conscious awareness/integrity, even if! It will be interesting to watch how this unfolds over time…the landlords and gringo are scheduled to be here for three weeks…
And my lesson? The people of this valley, this country, act with heart (most of the time), especially when someone is in need. They give it everything that they have to help, it doesn’t matter who needs the help, and even their enemy they would help if need be. I observe…and feel…the people, the situation, and the actions. I was happy to help as much as possible…yes, it will be interesting to see where it goes from here. I am so baffled by the lack of appreciation and gratitude in people, but then this is part of the ‘stuff’ that is coming up in everyone’s reality right now – ‘in your face’ stuff that needs to be addressed and left behind in the old ways world.
Mate and the gringo had lots to talk about on the road trip…the next few days could be interesting.