Monday, November 10, 2003

The other day I drove at rush hour along the M8, heading east towards Edinburgh. Thanks to some good music, it was in fact a very peaceful experience. The going was slow due to endless roadworks and diversions, and night fell around half-way. At one point we gently climbed up a long rise, a stream of red lights in neat pairs, counterpointed by a brighter river of white lights which flowed neverending down the hill in the other direction. It seemed like there were more cars just on this road than in the whole of Maputo.

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