Forget shuttle buses and trains, why not walk to (or from) the airport instead? That is the preferred method of novelist Will Self, who even went as far to include one such stroll – from Los Angeles airport to Hollywood – in his surreal novel-cum-walkalogue Walking to Hollywood.
It is something I’ve experimented with myself here in Trujillo. Well, sort of. In my case, the airport was actually more an obstacle than the final destination itself.
Some weeks ago, you see, I decided that if I was going to have to spend my birthday alone this year – what with my wife being on the other side of the continent in Brazil – I’d do so by going on a long walk to the beach in Huanchaco, a small coastal town nine miles (15km) upcoast from Trujillo. The local airport – an entirely forgettable place if it were not for the charm of its arrivals lounge doubling as a car park – would merely serve as a milepost that, whilst requiring circumnavigation, would at least reassure me that the birthday beer I envisaged having on the beach was almost within reach. Continue Reading
Now I’m not a particularly patriotic, and certainly not nationalistic, kind of guy. However, sometimes you experience things, often when you are outside the country of your origin, that remind you exactly who you are and where you are from. And it is then that you are reminded where you are from does in so many ways influence who you are and how you think and act – and also how you come across to other people.
Well, in Brazil I guess this happened to me for the first time when last week I went for a short break with my wife’s family to Mata de São João in Bahia. Mata de São João is a beautiful little town on the coast of Bahia (about 80km north of Salvador) and it has some stunning beaches, landscape and wildlife (see In Pictures – Brazil). To the eyes of this Englishman it is probably what I imagine Paradise, if it existed, would look like – though so many locations in Brazil do.
Anyway, the first reminder was a very sudden one.
When my wife and her family so much as peek at the sun they seemingly go brown almost instantaneously. Then black. In fact, when I first met my wife she had just come back from a trip where she had been on the beach for a month and my initial impression was that perhaps she was of Asian heritage. No, it was just her tan. Continue Reading