Every January 1st ALL beaches in Sao Tome and Principe get crowded. I would venture a guess saying that way over 50% of the population of the country goes to the beach on that day.
Other that knowing that everyone else is there, the reason behind it is that it is believed that diving in the waters of the ocean, or even a river, on that day, will wash away all the sins from the previous year.
Friday, January 4, 2008
To the beach
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Sunday, October 21, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
Hair art
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Saturday, September 15, 2007
Hitler … really?
Just yesterday an electrician came to install a lamp in a new meeting area. You wouldn’t be able to guess the first name of this young man - Hitler. Has I inquired him about his name he simple told me: “well my parents didn’t know who he was and enjoyed the sound of the name”. Oh my …
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Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Scary night … running for your life.
Rafael is not only a good friend he is also a guard in the compound where I live. He is a strong and brave fellow and an incredible storyteller.
This story was told to me last night, following a discussion about the frequent robberies in the country. I was amused by telling him that one of the guards, on a previous office I worked in, was chased away by robbers, Rafael looked at me and told me: “I have to confess, I also once had to run”.
These events took place over 15 years ago, when Rafael was still the guard at the old city market. One night he heard noises inside the market and he went in to check it … when he entered the enclosed market there was an almost shadow like old men sitting on a wooden wheelchair. Staring at him, this figure started to slowly advance in his direction … he knew that it was impossible for that old man to be inside the walls … but the creaking wooden wheels sound advancing in his direction precipitated the only decision possible … Rafael started to run and only stopped 5 km away inside his home. He only came back at the sunrise never to see that old man again.
This story and photo were published with the permission of Rafael Barros. I am sure I will be posting more than once based on his stories.
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