
Today Cherlynn was moving house from Villarrica to Asuncion as she readies to return to America for a year or so, so a bunch of us were on site to help with the moving. The truck arrived, filled to the gunnels with the heaviest wooden furniture I’ve ever encountered. It was one of the great-looking ancient trucks you’d see in a 1970’s movie and a scrapyard outside of Latin America, the kind that fill the roads here and seem forever fixable, without the salt deterioration so prevalent in the British Isles.
It had to back down a very steep road to the site and as it began to go, Denny noticed its drive...