We're lost on the baking hot roof of a large shopping centre. My flip flops are rubbing between the toes. I can hear the odd bump of cars over the metal speed bumps and traces of music from car stereos. It smells, tastes and feels dry hot if that's possible.
Above the crazy fake landscape of white pyramids and glass turrets, clouds hang menacingly and beyond that houses shrouded with trees against the hillside.
