The Belgium couple

 The happy couple speculated about their journey 
The coach jumping and flinching along the mountain road
The couple couldn't speak the local language at all
So their assumptions went unconfirmed

Their beliefs about the land and people
were being built purely by what they saw
And not by who the people were or the reality
They wore their ignorance in expensive clothes

Into the sweltering lowlands they fanned their faces
The humidity and heat only familiar to them
in their hottest remembered childhood summers
They arrived at the kitchen of the marmoset

Maids handeled hot food and joked in Irony
The couple were overwhelmed by the savory sweet aromas
the salesmen like tour guides accompanied them off coach
In broken yet spunky english he charmed them

adding to their romantic delusions about the land and people