These are more of Bob Levy’s engaging photos, taken in Rio Hato along the path to Mari’s house. The guy holding the fighting cock in the last shot is Mari’s brother-in-law.
Back in the Peace Corps day, cock fighting was a huge Sunday pastime, mostly for men who would bring their prized birds, often taping razor blades to the birds’ feet. The difference between the bloodied victor and the bloodier and vanquished loser was often not a lot. Both birds got pretty torn up. These days they skip the razor blades — the birds are too valuable and they don’t want to lose them. Cock fighting is still a big part of rural culture, and a fair amount of money changes hands as wagers are thrown in the ring along with the birds.