Intro The wheels touched down in Lima under a familiar ceiling of clouds that looked like wet wool. After the pressurized, recycled air of the long-haul flight from Germany, the heavy humidity of the coast felt like a physical weight against the terminal glass. I arrived with my internal clock Read more
Intro Today was a transition from the solid, predictable ground of Bavaria to the thin air of a transatlantic crossing. The weather was mostly sunny as I traded the quiet streets of Brannenburg for the high-speed efficiency of German rail, eventually ending up suspended over the Atlantic. There were no Read more
Intro The transition from the slate-grey humidity of Lima to the high-altitude hum of a transatlantic flight was a blur of recycled air and heavy eyelids. Touching down in Frankfurt, the tarmac was bright and the air was sharp, a stark contrast to the thick, salt-heavy blanket I left behind Read more