Yesterday this was a house

burnt-house

A bit before 10:00 last night, at the corner where Syd and I unleash dogs before wandering 170 hectares of scrub land, thee was a roaring fire, and explosion, and the end of a small, neat wooden house.

garafa

The explosion would have been the garafa, or 13-kg “supergas” tank. Interesting that it shows just this small tear.

Anyway, no one was home, and perhaps — some people here speak in a very garbled manner, and the neighbor is one of them — someone untied the Boxer dog in the yard before the explosion, though that’s a little hard to imagine. And he said that two guys on motorcycles had essentially firebombed the house.

The bomberos arrived in a fire truck 50 minutes later.

I think I know how I’ll decline to donate to them when they next come around begging for donations.

 

Still smoldering

smoldering

Far as I can tell, all the houses near this fire remain completely unoccupied (seasonal). My best guess is the gardeners who maintain the yards dumped the trimmings there, lit them on fire, and left.

Two days ago.

Fortunately, there’s little chance of it spreading, and aside from an occasional thatch roof, little in the way of structures that are flammable.