Today I walked to the local shop to fax some details for booking a flight to the UK for our Christmas visit. As I was thinking about England I was struck by just how different it is here in so many ways and how I simply take it as normal now. The smells were strong and varied. I walked past people cleaning their motobikes and I could smell a combination of cleaning products, oil, petrol and other chemicals. Then there was the dog and horse muck, the rubbish combined with the smells which emanated from the beauty salon...an unusual cocktail.
The sounds too fade from one to another - it started off from the loud (very loud) music coming from a small church opposite the gate to Luzeiro and then it was taken over by the music from a bar, then some children playing marbles in the street followed by another bar. These sounds were interspersed by the roar of motorbikes rushing past to run an errand for a drug traffiker or meet a girlfriend.
What is it like between your house and your local shop.....a bit different, I guess.