Picture this for a second. You’re on Mars – and you’re almost certainly going to die.
“This isn’t a good place for walking,” says Mariana. “You mean this suburb?” “I mean, the whole valley.” “All of San José?” “Plus there are unsafe areas. Not a good idea to walk through those, even in daylight.” “But…I have these weekly blog posts that I’m supposed to be…” She purses her lips. “I know. It’s going to be tricky.”
There’s a whole new world out there. I should stop and stare out this window that’s designed to look like film-reel when it’s photographed (nice touch). Somewhere beyond the tarmac is Mexico City, on a scale I wouldn’t believe if I saw it. I should go to some of the other windows and catch a glimpse. Isn’t that what excited … Read More
It’s those trainers with the split leather sides and the ripped shoelace holes, the ones you bought in 1997 for £5 and you’ve never been able to throw away. It’s that t-shirt with the ragged holes in the shoulders and under the arms that you put aside to use as a pyjama top, but accidentally put back into commission, and … Read More
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch. I lift my head cautiously, and pale daylight and freezing cold air pours into my bivvy bag. Aha – it’s a jogger, using the gravelly shoreline to get a morning sweat on, and she hasn’t seen me, so I duck my head again and flatten myself against the ground, hoping the bushes will hide me. Crunch, … Read More