Timing: sometimes you’re lucky and sometimes you’re not. This was my first visit to the Morro de Igreja, in the mountains above Urubici, on a fiercely cold September, when you could see forever, at least that’s how it felt. This is the coldest part of Brasil and I’d had to light the wood stove in my room where I’d stayed, not a surprise elsewhere but when I’d left the coast four hours earlier, I’d been in shorts.
Three months later, though, this. Perhaps the first visit had been just too lucky and somehow the universal fairness had to even out in the end. Visibility was down to ten of metres, so what became interesting was close to, not distant. Sometimes you can’t choose the viewpoint, it’s chosen for you, to make of what you will.