A beach 2 hours from Luanda (north bound) where we picked veggies from a huge vegetable garden and where a wave almost stripped me of my surfer’s bikini (hahah), there’s this church and its garden.
On the way you can see red dirt roads, live chickens waiting to be bought and killed, mega semi-trucks in mini semi-highways, women in pano grilling some sort of meat by the street;...
A church that had been constructed during colonial times and its garden, has become for the community a symbol that is somehow respected. Did I mention there were FLOWERS in this garden?? It was truly a sight for pollutionized eyes. Angola just keeps surprising... What a little lot of heaven.
A beach 2 hours from Luanda (north bound) where we picked veggies from a huge vegetable garden and where a wave almost stripped me of my surfer’s bikini (hahah), there’s this church and its garden.
On the way you can see red dirt roads, live chickens waiting to be bought and killed, mega semi-trucks in mini semi-highways, women in pano grilling some sort of meat by the street;...
A church that had been constructed during colonial times and its garden, has become for the community a symbol that is somehow respected. Did I mention there were FLOWERS in this garden?? It was truly a sight for pollutionized eyes. Angola just keeps surprising... What a little lot of heaven.