The air conditioned taxi wove through the honking heaving traffic. Our stunned tourist was gobsmacked again, and stopped trying to capture a photo – it was beyond the capability of any camera. Every time that she raised the lens a far more fantastical image had blazed across her path. She would miss the show if she tried to define it.
But words were different, they could take a full sweep of her mind, then slowly return at the dawn of a new day.
To be continued
Heather Gartside 