You know how churches always have a peculiar smell, dank, dusty, mouldy, decaying with a slightly sweet overtone and just a hint of mouse. As I walked towards the back I could smell wax candles and see them burning in a tray of sand. High up on the wall was an image of Christ looking down upon me with a pained look like he is having trouble defecating. I am just soaking all this in and then a man in black, God's representative on earth, moves from the shadows to berate me "where do you think you are, this is not a park you know" he said as he looked me up and down. I think he was referring to my shorts, sandals, sweaty appearance and the fact that I was just about to take some photos. Funny that he spoke in English.