Dust

Well, once again I managed to get completely covered in (red) dust again today. My travel days work like this: first I put on sunscreen, then I sweat, then I end up sitting near an open window in a train or bus, and I get covered in red dust.

After the 13,5 hour train journey from Belo Horizonte to Vitória I was also covered in glitter, from all the metal carried on this railway from the mines of Minas Gerais to the coast.

I like getting covered in dust, though. It reminds me of the fact that this time I am really seeing the country, not just hopping on and off sterile airplanes from one end of the country to the next. You also get to talk to loads of people.

On the same train journey, I met a lady who asked me to write my name in the cover of a little black book. I thought, oh, here we go. When I looked closer, I saw it was the Bible. I have no idea why she wanted me to write her name in it, but I put a smiley face underneath it.

But today I got covered in dust just a little bit too much, and I have to wait in the bus station for another bus that won't leave for another three hours (I arrived here three hours ago.) Thankfully, Brazil's bus stations have showers! (Which reminds me, stay tuned for a special report on Brazil's showers.)