I was awaken by the sound of a passing car.
Unlike the night before, when a friend
picked me up at the airport and brought me
here, the room was now filled with an
intense sound mixture coming from
outside. Voices in a language I don't know
seemed to compete with the traffic noise and
a whole range of strange sounds I never heard
before. Everything was loud and seemed very
close, so I rushed to a window and carefully
peeped through the curtains, hoping nobody
would see me.
Outside, the sun was already high in the sky.
People in colourful clothes were strolling
along a street covered on the edges by red dust.
Others, sitting on their garden fence, were
chatting and watching the traffic roll by.
Many of the houses in the street were painted
pink or baby blue, some of them only looking
I stood there for a long while, feeling
somehow as if I was looking into an
"Wow", I thought "That's it, I am in Africa!"