Brazil is a country that is changing from it’s fractious roots into something the world and indeed itself can grasp. It is so vast and encompasses Continue reading Leaving Brazil
Ilhabela was starting to become too comfortable. You know, like when you’re reclining in a summer orchard looking up at the trees through lidded eyes, Continue reading Sao Paulo to Florianopolis.
Ilhabela has peaks that are higher than anything in the U.K. at just under 1400 metres The only peak that has a clear trail to it’s summit Continue reading Pico do Baepi
We’re staying in a collection of houses perched on the side of a steep, sea facing hill that plunges down into the Atlantic. Continue reading Hospitality
I’m sitting looking out to sea on the veranda of a house that clings to the western side of Ilhabella. Continue reading Ilhabella
One thing that really stood out in Rio was that there were no beggars. In the short time we were there nobody asked us for anything. People smiled and offered us food, Continue reading Heading South
It hit me when I was about half way over the Atlantic, a swelling of joy passing though me. I had my cheek pressed to the plane window looking out at the clouds like flak Continue reading Stupid has the balls!