Our Last Hurrah
All of a sudden, as we load up the bike and bump out of the coffee plantation and over the waterfall bridge, it feels as...
All of a sudden, as we load up the bike and bump out of the coffee plantation and over the waterfall bridge, it feels as...
Eating cold fried eggs and soggy white bread in the convent, under the scrutiny of a spreadeagled plastic Christ and an increasingly baleful Pope, Z...
The rhythms of life at the convent in Ruteng do not encourage sloth. The sisters start their day early, in their cells up the hill,...