A couple of more days and I am off, to leave for home.
My visit to Luanda has been, how do I put it, contradictory?
Its all that I expected it to be, and yet, not at all what I thought. Language a huge barrier, it does make communication difficult.
The streets that are there, are wide boulevards, no other word to describe them. The ones that run between them are gravel, dust and cratered like the bad side of the moon.
My visit to Luanda has been, how do I put it, contradictory?
Its all that I expected it to be, and yet, not at all what I thought. Language a huge barrier, it does make communication difficult.
The streets that are there, are wide boulevards, no other word to describe them. The ones that run between them are gravel, dust and cratered like the bad side of the moon.
The majority of the houses are built of cement blocks, hastily thrown together, asbestos roofs, in every direction, as far as the eye can see.Drainage systems seem non existent, I see many carrying waste water to chuck it into the drains that line the main thoroughfares..... and yet, everyone has a smile and walks to a rhythm that you do not see in Asia.
Pictures of the city I shall add later on, perhaps tonight. I confess to have become rather lazy...too long in harness.
Till then, a good night...
PS: new pic's on Flickr - http://www.flickr.com/photos/99124226@N00/
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