The First Step
Following the acquisition of the land we first had to clear the undergrowth. Up to ten local labourers under the command of a foreman, gathered each morning six days a week equipped with machetes. The instructions were quite clear. Leave everything standing which is larger than a man’s wrist.
We wanted to be in a position to select the specimen trees which would remain and those which would have to be removed at a later date. The short term aim was to provide a clear field of vision for the surveyor to take sights and prepare a topographic map.
The clearance process took considerably longer than envisaged and therefore cost 60% more than it should have done. I had a clue to the reason for this at the end of the first week, when I was surprised to find that according to the time sheets, the same men had turned up for work every day of the week and worked identical hours. This would be practically unheard of in the UK at this level, and a sure fired certainty here in Panama. This was confirmed to me some time later by one of the disgruntled labourers who enquired how much he should have been paid for an eight hour day.
It came to light that not only was the foreman booking for more men than had been working, but on occasions he had taken them to work on another property altogether. Worst of all was that he had been withholding 30% of the men’s pay for himself over a three month period. I short sighted act that signalled an end to his brief period of employment and did nothing for his local popularity.
The silver lining in this particular cloud has been that by placing me in the same position as the local labourers, Sr. Julio has ensured the co-operation of all in the locality who are as smiling and friendly as can be; plying me with delicious freshly squeezed orange juice to slake my thirst on a hot day.
On a recent occasion, I borrowed a pickup truck on a very wet Saturday to erect the ubiquitous green sign, which signals to any enquiring official that the earthworks you have embarked upon have met with the necessary approvals. They deserted their recently prepared lunch, turning out in force in flip-flops and shorts in the pouring rain, to help push the bogged down truck out the ditch into which it had slithered.
Perhaps Sr. Julio did me a favour after all.
