On one side of the Jaramillo hill the soil is black and they grow the famous Geisha coffee; On the other side of the hill the soil is orange and they raise chickens. We hiked four hours down then up chicken mountain today. Apart from passing the hen houses for many thousands of hens we went by this simple tin dwelling of a fine young man. Hope he brings in his boots before it starts raining. I bet if you passed this gentleman on the street he would be more recently washed and better dressed than you or I.