On the freeway, we were traveling fast to see something new.
Our friend has been to this place before and is showing us the way to this secluded village.
We followed his detailed directions without thought or worry of getting lost.
That is until the road we were traveling on became steep.
Steeper than any grade I’ve been on. I started to question our safety.
And, was amazed our car is capable of climbing this grade.
But, we arrive. A river separates where we parked from the village.
River is as steep as a waterfall but its water cascades slowly as if it were a meandering stream.
Our friend launches across the river by stepping on exposed river stones and started haranguing the locals like a gringo tour guide in Tiajuana after he found out he was given a bad deal.
Thought we perhaps offended the villagers, but they act reserved as if they were ashamed and would rather hide if they could.
After interviewing some of the “locals”, I find out they are descendants of Mexican-Dutch mixed immigrants from the century past.
Their ancestors’ Dutch family had returned to the live in their small homes in the old world.
Because they were ashamed of their relatives’ hybrid pedigree. So, they returned back to their mother land in secret.
The ancestors with hybrid pedigree were tricked to go on a short 20 mile train trip giving the Dutch ancestors enough time to sneak onto a boat.
They say their Dutch ancestors have right to feel ashamed of them and to return to living in their small homes.
And, they hide themselves in this village, wearing clothing that cover their entire body only exposing their hands made of seashells.
I told them why hide, hybrids are very successful now. They are surprised and warned me that I best not lie. One scratches me with his seashell hands.
I tried to convincing them that not all are successful but many were.