Anete and I are sitting on a terrace amidst lush rainforest, sipping large glasses of refreshing blood red sorrel juice. Squirrels hop by in nearby trees, insects make a lot of noise and a couple of drops of rain have once again threatened to officially kick off the monsoon… but not quite yet.
The whole scene is rather idyllic. Or is it?
What the reader might not realise: this environment is trying to kill us. Continue Reading →