The timber was cut ourselves of course, and I recall it took under a week to get to the point of being ready for a roof. We used local materials when possible, and a native style thatch roof was the logical choice.
Mendoza was the diplomatic jungle foreman, under his supervision a crew were dispatched to the woods to collect thatch palm.
Bundles were stockpiled back at camp.
Jose was a good man around camp, he was put to work cutting discs off of logs to be set in the ground as a walkway. I had seen this done at some resorts down there.
The completed structure, the Voodoo Lounge as it became known. Residence upstairs with a commanding view of the camp from the veranda, an office on the lower level, and just a short walk over to the cook shack. It was pretty bare bones in there, just a bed, with a wooden frame built over it to hold a mosquito net and a wooden crate or two for furniture. Note the log paving rounds Jose and his helper did. Someone suggested, it could have been me, to incorporate a skylight over my bed, just to make sure I didn't sleep in or something. Sounded like a good idea and with no little amount of effort a clear panel was procured from a distant city on the Caribbean coast and installed in the roof as the thatch was going on, and as far as I know may have been the first time a skylight was incorporated in a native thatch palm roof.
Neither the skylight, or the thatch ever leaked a drop, even in the rainy season.
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