Intro I woke up in Illimo feeling like my legs were made of lead, the result of a ten-hour sleep that still didn’t quite clear the fog in my head. The sun was already drilling into the pavement outside my waterless hotel room by the time I managed to pack, Read more
Intro I rolled out of Olmos much later than I should have, the sun already high enough to bake the pavement of the N1. The road ahead looked flat and predictable, a 72-kilometer stretch of grey ribbon cutting through the dry landscape. My mood was steady after a few days Read more
Intro I am sitting in the quiet of the school dormitory, the taste of salt and tomato still lingering. This was supposed to be a day of rest and bureaucracy, but Olmos has a way of pulling you into its specific rhythm the moment you set the kickstand down. Excel Read more