The Price We Pay For Living In Paradise

At too high speed, the bus hits another pothole. The dozen passengers, flustered from the pressing heat, bounce uncomfortably in their seats, their t-shirts already sticking to their sweaty backs.

They endure the stinging torture of the uneven gravel road without protest. It is what it is. The seven kilometre distance through lush tropical fields of maize and banana trees feels like at least twice that, and is guaranteed to leave both blisters and bruises. The driver doesn’t seem to mind, skilfully avoiding the worst holes while speeding through the flatter…