No place amazes me more than this: for his cruelty coal and gold color, for his last race with sticks and forgiveness unexplained. A South African fatalism me I think its virtue: there is no country in the world that can boast of living so well with tears.
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Have water?, asked. “No, no water, "he said quietly as the two we lay on a plastic couch office whose ceiling had a crack that threatened to collapse on our heads.
Almost had called announcing problems many times there was a Vilanculos route before and one after. This is the story of the worst day of our trip: -The worst day of travel a lot and we loaded up early many things who were scattered in our camp. Then we went to the car and stopped Gorongosa […]
The site is cute, very pretty, carefully detailed rooms, excellent food restaurant and a pool and sea clear and warm water. But what I like is that I realized that the only rule that was imposed on me own and it was written: "Bother you in", said in a sign that no one painted.
I would like to thank the weirdo guy not named Nilson. And it often, a setback leads to an infinitely better than what we had planned. And lying on a beach tan paradise was a good plan, but being adopted by a Filipino family was infinitely better. Thanks how is your name.
Then, come to my ears musical notes and a voice begins to sing. A few feet away from me a young, only child, wearing a traditional costume plays dirulba, a stringed instrument. He is accompanied by a letter that looks like a lament or, at least, gave me melancholy.
The scenery was out of place. The mountains seemed painted a dark green and ghostly mist swayed between alpine looking houses. We rescued the suitcase with clothes that fit an autumn nonexistent in the rest of the Caribbean countries.