It is a bumpy, rough road, in the southeast side of the island. You find yourself driving through this rock garden, thinking that you shouldn’t give up, even if that means that you break your car. You are not scared to get lost in this lunar scenery. There is a promise of a small beach at the end of the road, and a church where lies hidden a small fountain. So you drive all the way to Feloti. And it is when you reach your destination that you realise what utopias are made of.













