Ahh travels…here I am, in a humid and tropical land – again! Before I arrived, my local contact had warned me: “Beware, the light sucks.” I had felt it just before landing in our nickel-plated plane: huge turbulence had made a woman scream behind me in the cabin while the empennage was bending under the staggering blows of cumulonimbus. My eyes, red from fatigue and time zone changes, have barely blinked at the wind of depressions.
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