You have written the description of a memorable moment lived on a trip. This is one of the compositions you wrote.
.jpg)
Landscapes
It is
impossible for me to erase from my brain and my heart the view of Antananarivo.
It was at dawn when we arrived there after a twelve-hour-long flight across the
African continent. A rusty red Peugeot took us through the overcrowded city centre.
Nobody seemed to suffer from road rage despite the lack of traffic signs and
the chaos that seemed to emerge from the very pavement. Trucks and buses from
another era, motorbikes carrying a whole family of three or four members,
‘pousse pousse’ painted in gaudy colours and skinny black pedestrians going to
and fro.
And the
smell… If I close my eye, I am still able to feel how an awful odour invades my
nostrils. A mixture of fumes coming from the varied kinds of transport, and the
image of dry fish and little appetising red meat hanging down the stalls along
the market street crammed with locals.
It was
obviously the worst of the beginnings to the best of my journeys!
Estrella
Rey
