We arrived in town and started to wander in town. We would ask, in our halting Spanish, “Donde esta Maximon?” –and occasionally get some barely understandable directions.
Eventually, after walking for what seemed like forever on cobblestone paths, we stumbled on a small building – inside sitting on a dirt floor was a life-size wooden figure with a huge black hat and cigar in his mouth- covered in colorful scarves with a small plate for donations in front of him. We paid our respects, left a small donation (after all, he had saved our lives after our last encounter)


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