The weather on that day wasn’t on my side. No matter how much you believed in weather.com, the grey clouds up there was always won, unpredictable and fickle. At least that’s how it works here, in the tropical country under the long red line of equator.
But it’s okay. We still kept going despite of the sickness we had. My feet were too tired to trail the dirty land in the capitol and they were thirsty for the little touch of the salt, the touch of the waves on the beach.