The breeze is rustling the palm branches, and even in the shade I feel
the heat of the day. I am sat writing this on the sofa on the porch of the
hospitality house here on the base. The same sofa we had at the restoration
farm which brings back good memories from those years ago.
After a shower in unheated water (which isn’t really necessary anyways
because of the climate) I had a papaya for breakfast. There is nothing like
eating fruit in a tropical country where it was probably picked closer to the
matured stage than when it needs to be exported for many hours before it
reaches the super market. It was delicious.
My flight was uneventful. I had a couple of free seats next to me which was
lovely in a pretty packed plane. On
arrival good friends greeted me at the airport and we drove to the base in the
cooler (read: 27 degrees Celsius) evening air in the kombi. After finally
managing to sleep, I slept well, feeling the air of the fan and the occasional mosquito
biting me. But that’s life. That’s what it’s like here in Fortaleza.