Today at 7.05 a trucker walked in to the boatyard and said:
-“I can’t deliver down here. The tree canopies scrape my brand new 4,5m high truck. You have to get your goods at the bridge“.
-“With what?” I said.
-“Not my problem”, said the trucker.
So, I hauled some sixty odd planks on a Pirra (cart). The first ten I took on my shoulder. Remember this is light-weight wood. An old man passing by looked strangely at me as if to decide if I was crazy strong or just crazy.
Pics shot by Julijana.