Where are the crazy ones?.
Judging the ADC. Before jargon there was craft..
After 30 hours of flying nothing wakes you up like your imminent death. Costa Rica has night colours you feel you have never seen before. And the intoxicating smell of burnt sugar cane turn evenings into a cloak of potential. I was taking this all in as our driver (that’s him in the picture) wasContinue reading “Judging the ADC. Before jargon there was craft.”