A small island three miles long by 400 meters wide. A small piece of land lost in the Indian Ocean that, however, is a World Heritage Site since 1991.

The infamous track is increasingly wriggling rears by the greenery of the rainforest. Te where you take hold take hold, the body jumps as if they were centrifuged. The humidity is chewed and sweat is your traveling companion for a while. The jiggling of the road is, however, one of the most joyous I remember discomfort.

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In the freight cars go up the goods, in the passenger see people hanging near windows and runs to secure the sale. It is pure Africa. You see kids wearing from live chickens coming through the windows after brisk business.