A Day in the jungle: Maioba

Watercolor by Judith Hansen

We piled into our jeep with a canvas top and plastic windows, used only when the weather was bad. Mom and dad sat in front while my sisters and I sat on the metal wheel wells in the back. We would grip the edges for dear life, wondering when the constant jarring of the washer board road or pothole would buck us out of the jeep. I hated it when another car passed us or we lingered too close behind another vehicle because we would choke on…