We spent the day yesterday going to see a old mission in Sindara, about a 1.5-hour drive from here, picnicked at a "waterfall," (really, rapids), then stopped at a swimming hole on the way home (N.B. ASF Boston: I didn't swim).
Good thing we were in a 4x4.
View from inside the chapel at the Mission at
Sindara.
Yes! Just like the real ones.
The swimming hole where we got attacked by the
fouroux, tiny insects (so tiny you can barely tell they're not specs of dirt on your arm) that are not, to my great distress, deterred by any amount of DEET.
Good thing we were in a 4x4.
View from inside the chapel at the Mission at Sindara.
Yes! Just like the real ones.
The swimming hole where we got attacked by the fouroux, tiny insects (so tiny you can barely tell they're not specs of dirt on your arm) that are not, to my great distress, deterred by any amount of DEET. 
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