The last hints of sunset. Warm Indian Ocean breezes. 50s and 60s love songs playing loud in the car - songs my dad crooned. Bikes. Buses made from flatbed trucks. Women carrying bundles on their heads. Palm trees rising out of the headlights. Playing chicken on bridges for one. Men wearing the Baragashia caps and some in white robes like spirits. Somehow surreal and supra-real. The spice islands. Wish you were here. Peace! Sent from my BlackBerry® phone.
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