As the sun sets, a solitary Koels song pierces above the Azaan leaving the air heavy with melancholy.
Hot. Sweltering hot. Backpack straps biting into sunburned shoulders. Following vague directions given in broken english along the dusty streets of Barreirinhas..
At work, we have a garden. About 20 years ago, my father cleared this little space and planted some seeds. Today the green has run amok…
…my favourite bit was spending time with Arlete and Praxedes as they prepared manioc flour.
For me, certain memories are associated with the song I was listening to at that moment. That's my relationship with the band, The Strokes…
They have formed as a result of years of erosion of the sandstone, mainly through flash flooding, which has led to the 'flowing' appearance of the canyon walls…
I'd love to tell you that the lives of medical interns are as exciting as those of the ones on Grey's Anatomy or whichever sitcom is your poison of choice. But that would hardly be true.
What is it about the sea that draws us in?