Field Notes - Solstice Roads
Summer arrived at dawn just a few hours before I left Porto. Afterwards, I went on a coach on my way to Lisboa. The day began with a small warning. My beloved brick colour woollen scarf, companion of many years, somehow managed to drag one end through dirt on the boulevard before departure. It felt almost mischievous, as if she already knew something I did not. As bus monitors, we travel in the front seat, beside the driver. It is the best seat in the vehicle. The road unfolds ahead, the landscape changes gradually, and for a few hours the only responsibility is to keep watch and help people reach their destination. The destination that morning was Rock In Rio. Or so it seemed. The festival itself turned out to be little more than a landmark on my map. After arriving in Sacavém, the real journey began. From the excursion coaches' parking area came a long walk beneath the Solstice sun, across the passadiços and pedestrian bridges that connect the area to Sacavém train s...
