After rather reluctantly leaving Yuty and the Reichs, I spent a couple of great days with the Floyds in a village outside Yuty. Like Hannes, Tony Floyd uses his God-given gift of fixing stuff to great effect so I got to go on a couple of adventures with him to the nearby farms. The first was brilliant: it was around 10am and the farmer was in high-spirits on the porch with a small bottle of something probably verging on the stiff. When he found out I was Scottish, he said he liked the name as it reminded him of scotch. He spoke Guarani so I couldn’t understand anything he said, but whatever it was he was saying he was heartily laughing at the conclusion to each sentence. He was, in the terminology of Enid Blyton, an absolutely positive scream.
After Tony set to work on his busted washing machine, he vanished off only to reappear moments later brandishing a 100 year-old sword which he did some moves with before laughing. However, I’m not sure now how to incorporate the whiskey, guffawing and sword-wielding footage into the SIM film.
Later we headed to the iron master who set to work on some equipment.
His tap from the cold water barrel he’d dunk the worked-on iron into was a watering hole for wasps.
He also had a bunch of piglets on his land and his wife saw I was filming them without much success so she dropped some corn for them which they turned their noses up at. She then gave them a bowl of fruit which they didn’t move for but rather surrounded her as if wanting something better.
Hannes was also by to demonstrate his reception dish for stronger internet connection. With a download speed of 0.3kb per second, it had been taking a long time to get even emails, but the Hannes Device produced a steady 80kb per second speed which spiked for a time at 120kb! He quickly became a legend in the Floyd household. Like the McKissicks and the Reichs, the Floyds have super-fun kids and they got a kick out of the device.
They had started the school term last week for the first time in this new village, but one day was the first day they had the school uniform, so there was the obligatory posing in the garden photo moment at 7am when they set off.
Later that evening, Daniel refused to eat a sandwich and it was determined that the reason for this was to avoid his wobbly tooth falling out. We encouraged him to pull it out with floss for the camera. With the tooth suitably lassoed, he gave a firm yank and the tooth shot out across the porch to somewhere on the cluttered workbench.
…or under the workbench.
Ultimately it couldn’t be located so he went for a surrogate tooth in the form of a chunk of cement.
And to end to post, here are some random pictures of a man on a horse...
...and a helmet-cam shot of a farm.
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