November 7, 2008

Luke interviewed a fisherman down by the lake and I took some photos of the man in his cowboy had and carved wooden boat.

We walked around San Pedro a bit, found some local boys kicking around an old flat soccer ball.  They wanted us to play with them so we did, the lighting was beautiful and I snapped some shots.



Around sunset we walked up the hill to the soccer field. It's not really in a field like they are in the States, and you can't drive to it. It's more like a niche halfway up the mountain that is just big enough to play soccer on, probably where they used to hold human sacrifices.

view of San Pedro from the road up to the soccer field

Spectators sit on simple concrete steps and watch this spectacle for the gods on the dirt playing field. The game is close, two young teams from San Pedro, but I've got my eyes fixed on the scenery: beautiful blue mountains receding into the setting sun. I am a million miles from the United States.

"Wanna get a beer?" I said to Luke. And the day-lit sobriety melted into the night's inebriation.