Last year I waited for nearly two hours in the baking sun for the convoy of lorries from the show in Ilhavo to pass. Unfortunately, that year they had decided to take a different route, so I was left staring forlornly down the road, dreaming of what might have been. This year I was ready: I had the garden door unlocked, just in case they decided to use their old route, and my ears cocked in case I heard the lorries’ horns. Sure enough, this year the convoy came through Oiã and Carris…
Desfile de Caminhões 2014
Published by Keith Devereux
'Let me close my eyes and sense the beauty around me. And take that breath under the dark sky full of stars.' Mira Furlan View more posts
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