Anyway. It was common to see native residents sporting American tee shirts from humanitarian programs. This sometimes had a jarring effect.

My personal favorite of these moments occurred when I drove with some companions to a remote village, a couple of hours outside of our relatively modest “city.” The village had no plumbing, electricity or the like. We then hiked another two hours on a dirt path away from the village, up a mountain side, where we encountered a little bar/rest stop.

The woman proprietor who greeted us was incredibly nice and had a glowing smile. Her tee shirt?

Ithaca is Gorges.