The story goes like this: Joe built the hut for his peruvian wife's 80-some-odd-year-old grandmother. Apparently, she didn't like living next to a bunch of noisy, obnoxious gringos--can't imagine why, really can't. So she went back into the hills. Well, to a Quechuan village, not sure where.
Meanwhile, one of the workers/helpers, a young teenage girl, had been living in the hut. Joe and Vicky (the owners) needed someone to operate the hostel in the middle of the night and let people in and out of the security gate, so they built another room/hut (just for her) closer to the front door.
After weeks of pleading Joe and Vicky to give us a long-term room (and rate), really weeks, they finally caved with the cabana. With the Grandma's approval we offered to touch it up, paint it, clean it, etc. to make it more livable. Here are some photos from that day:
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Take #1 (notice the Swiss Alps photo on the wall, haha) |
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Take #2 (there we go!) |
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