Anyway, here's yet another very picturesque bus ride. It takes about an hour, hour and twenty maybe, moving through numerous villages and one proper town - Grecia - along with a lot of hill climbs and descents and river crossings. It's pleasant. All the football pitches are immaculate, and all the shop logo chickens cheerful.
Pretty damn big ox cart that. Though, like, not so big as to make me laugh at its preposterousness. Not like that huge sheep in Australia, the Big Merino. I'm impressed, like, and it's pretty and that, but surely this is not a hard record to break? Sorry, Sarchi. I should be more appreciative.
Anyway, priorities. Done the record, now let's nip into a cafe to buy a drink and use the loo. A friendly woman interacts with us entirely in Spanish, which isn't hard when all she has to say is "OK" and gesture for us to sit down. We consult the map for the second and third places to visit and set off, first to a place where you can see the local crafts being made: Taller Eloy Alfaro.
Turns out that it's a massive shop, first and foremost. Really massive. The car park has a single mini-bus in it, and a moody Chinese family are loitering outside. Inside, there are YOU BREAK IT YOU BUY IT and WE ONLY GIVE CHANGE IN US DOLLARS signs, and aisle after aisle of numerous crafts. It's pretty imposing.
There's wooden animals and wooden bowls and wooden kitchen stuff. There's glassware and tacky souvenirs and various sizes of ox cart. There's a whole huge room of t-shirts and ponchos and other clothing. There's masks and chests and bangles and jewellery and fridge magnets and bottle openers and trays. And, out back, there's people painting and decorating wood recently worked in the workshop, and you can go wander around freely so we do.
It's pretty fantastic, the workshop. There are 4 artists doing different things - one is painting a painting, if you get my drift - a leopard on canvas. One is painting patterns onto trays, another on ox cart wheels. Can't remember what the fourth was up to. We left some coins in a tip jar and got a small acknowledgement, but to my surprise this was not somewhere where an overbearing member of staff would shadow you constantly and put things in your hand with relentless pressure to buy.
There's more people around now, because a huge TURISMO bus has turned up. Also, more ox carts out front.
It's free to get in and the staff all seem to be police, which I later realise are the only police we've seen the whole time here so far. There are 6 rooms filled with artifacts, portraits, scene paintings, weaponry, and what seems to be a vicious torture device for crushing someone's head. It's a fairly interesting way to kill half an hour or so.