Lazy Sundays filled with late sleep-ins, overloads of useless computer time, and too much housework and room-cleaning are both a blessing and a curse; they let you catch up on everything you've been postponing for far too long, but there's also the temptation to be a complete good-for-nothing and sit around all day. On one such Sunday we decided to make moves and grooves; Mike, Alice, Jamie and I hopped in the Prado and ventured out exploring. We drove alllllll the way down our road (which extends for many, many kilometres) until it turned, forked into many others, and joined one of the main roads that heads to the airport. We continued straight, and almost instantaneously after the airport we found ourselves in the bush – farms and crops and stretching landscapes, thatched roof huts and small vendors on the side of the road, I couldn't believe that we were a mere 30 minutes from the city. We managed to catch a spectacular sunset on the way back, which only added to the magical essence of a lazy Sunday evening.
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