Day Four Hundred and Eighty Three - A man called Tiger

Tiger lives in a small shack on a hillside in the middle of the mining area. He doesn't seem to have much, but he boasts that the springwater he keeps in a half burried box is as cool and refreshing as anything from a fridge. He looks fit and healthy, and when I wander past he invites me in for a cool drink, a fresh banana, and a game of chess on his homemade board and selection of pieces from a few different chess sets. I relax with him in the shade and find he's right. This is a level of luxury that you couldn't find in London, Paris or New York!