If I find one word to describe my first impression when I arrived in Luanda, maybe I could use "incredible", but required to be granted. Already the plane you realize it's not a usual sight, because the feeling that there life has a different flavor is very clear from the air. Those souls who chase a thousand, confused between the houses, the barracks, the traffic chaotic and regular red soil that frames all seem to be innumerable.
Luanda has the odd distinction of being the metropolis and village at the same time, because if you mix in essence diametrically opposed. Yet do not be surprised to see skyscrapers next to the huts, dusty streets with shops on either side of phones. In the middle, between the cars and vans blue white, sellers of "all" risk their lives to whisper among the open windows of passing their offers of the day. Women on the sidewalks sprout "bearers", characteristic figures of almost all African countries: the head, lying on the fabrics that form the base, bring baskets full of food, bread, cereals, peanuts, potato tubers that look like strange elongated. See them run the streets is "picturesque", but from a sense of how things are around here.
not glad to see that sanitary conditions are appalling, for example, many roads are not tarmac and in the midst of flowing streams of water "sewer", including outlines of garbage and stalls. The water is not drinkable and smells that surround the homes are not always "delicate", but then I do not think either one of the priorities of these people to clean neighborhoods.
If you strive to look beyond, however, in the eyes is a civilization that is trying to come out, that strives to be Western, with all that positive and negative results in this effort. For example, on the evening of St. Valentine, martyred in the streets, with few lights to illuminate public, dozens of couples walking hand in hand and on the roadside stalls, vendors improvised gadgets offered in the shape of hearts to love. On other banquets, women with flashy headgear, prepared on the hob for luck dishes "indigenous", mixed among the fried fish and roast meat. The smell was very good but I have no idea of \u200b\u200bthe flavor.
short, as in every other corner of the world, mingle their lives and moods, but a strange fascination, ancient and deep, emanated from this land, who knows eprimere breathtaking beauty when you go down south to Namibia, where the coastline with cliffs overlooking the sea, exhibiting occasionally white Portuguese-style headlights to warn mariners of the Atlantic Ocean.
My experience is strong and beautiful that I hope will continue for a while ', just the time to learn things even better, sometimes, they are wonderful but simply different.
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