First stop today was the Museum of Gold, which was closed, but they had the best of the indigenous art on display in a bank across the street.

My favorites were the animal and human figures. The Amazonian Wheeled Dragon…

… Bicycle Repair Man…

… Samurai Frog…

… Lady Bigears…

… and The Amazing Lobster Men.

Next we went on to the church and museum devoted to Saint Petrus Claver. I must admit I spend a fair amount of time criticizing the Catholic Church for their burning of heretics, suppression of scientific knowledge, religious warfare, ritual cannibalism, sexism, denial of reproductive rights, systematic enabling of pedophilia, and bad art, but if you’re willing to overlook all that (and for some reason 1.2 billion people are) then they do throw up the occasional good guy.

Petrus Claver was a 17th century Jesuit who devoted his live to improving the conditions of the slaves in South America. The museum tells the story of his life in bad art.

But that is not all. The museum also has a collection of bullets, and more bad art. This is the Holy Trinity…

… The Father, The Son, and The Cannonball.

This is Saint Francis of Assisi.

“Assisi” is the sound your head makes when it is cut in half by a circular saw.

The church is every bit as gloppy as you would expect.

As museums go the exhibits aren’t that great, but the church scores highly in the skull department. There, in the altar behind a glass window, are the remains of Petrus Claver himself.

We met up with Peter and Sherri for lunch, and went hunting for iguanas…

… and sloths.

This one is a baby. He put in a nice display of yawning, scratching, and then ambling upside down, very slowly, to another branch. It made me want to sit in a tree and grow my fingernails. Then I decided if I was going to understudy a Deadly Sin, I’d be better off with Lust.

They have parrots here, or at least brown-throated parakeets.

Time to catch up on Game of Thrones. Is winter here yet?