|The Galvez, arriving to her|
destination, with makeshift
rack appropriately tied into place.
|My Dad and Sanya' serbian home under |
the light of a beautiful full moon.
|Salash. Land in the name of Sanya's family, waiting to be redistributed.|
|The village well. Rumor has it, if you drink from it, you will stay FOREVERRRR.|
|A seeding rake, for Boshko's mother.|
|Suckeling pig and potatoes, roasted in Lard.|
Serbian specialty. One of many diners traded for carpentry work.
|Stana stirring her Hunters Salad.|
|Boshko and his Rikea machine. Fermented fruit is churned over coals and |
vaporizers through the piping above. It then passes through a coiling
system where it cools and condenses leaving you with the first distillation.
our disposal here in the center of the world.