Hippies abound

I found out where all the hippies went after Jerry Garcia died. They are all safe and sound here in a little canyon called El Barranco de Maro. The barranco is located between the small town of Maro and the slightly larger town of Nerja to the west. The terrain in very rugged and is used mostly for agriculture. This is where Darcy lives with her husband Chu chi and their three children Mago, Hada and Sai. Word of mouth between the European hippies keeps a steady ebb and flow of squatters and travelers to the area. It seems like I meet a new face everyday. The feeling you get of this place is mostly calm and relaxed, that is if you can get used to all of the barking dogs. I awoke this morning to a huge dog ruckus. I grabbed the sling-shot and chased off a pack of three brown wild-eyed marauders that were guilty of killing all of Darcy's Guinna Pigs the day before. They had returned to the scene of the crime this time to chase a few of the chickens. I got off one shot that just missed one of the little bastards and then ran at the dogs like a screaming nut-bag in his skivvies. The dogs bailed over the side of the canyon with Darcy's dogs hot on their tails. Then I had a cup of coffee. There is quite a bit of life here. At first glance you might think that the area is unpopulated but soon you feel surrounded by animals and the smell of armpits. It reminds me of the parking lots in the early nineties outside of Grateful Dead shows. Peace dude.