Dark and dusty strip of highway lit by kerosene lamps and dim yellow bulbs. Scratchy jam blaring from the only solid building in sight, a 3 story concrete slab pockmarked by balconies. Crowded onto the street, masses of people reduce the road to a long, narrow single lane stretch. Waiting for various minivan/buses (tro-tros) at unmarked yet universally recognized stops along the way, people mill in the street about and hawkers make good business.
Suddenly a tro-tro approaches and the crowd bursts into ferocious activity, pressing up against the still-moving vehicle. K-thunk and the metal door snaps open, a writhing mass pushing and shoving into the yawning cavity. And then all at once the crowd ceases; some ebb away, returning to idle waiting, and the tro-tro, satiated, departs
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