is a little town famous for its traditional oxcarts that was not too far out of the way when I was returning from bringing Adam to the airport. They used to be the main method of transporting goods in the 19th century and this town was famous for its intricately painted ones. They make a ton of furniture and souvenirs there now and the whole towns is decorated with geometric and floral patterns. I didn't get to see where they actually still make the carts (the rental car was having a hard time starting and I wanted to get back), but hope to when my relatives come down if they are interested.
This town is nestled among beautiful hills and mountains, and of course, the roads were super hilly and windy with no shoulders. There were so many cyclists out (hundreds) that I asked some one if there was a race, but apparently that is normal on the weekends there. They must be masochists.
I had hoping to go to a nearby coffee plantation as well, but it only gives tours during the harvest season, which ended in may. There were lots of coffee fields around, however, and I did take a picture with the car running :)
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