Images crowd one upon another. A vivid mind film replayed before sleep every night. The ones that stick are not always the big screen panoramic vistas.
A tortoise under a bush,
a group of resting penguins and their smell,
the fierce intelligence and menace of a pair of baboons at the roadside.
A sandy track leading back in time to the first settlements and farms. The scale and majesty of the place.
The diversity of people and the beauty of faces in a city filled with excitement and potential. Energy and drive and dignity, even in the new shanty settlements so shocking to our comfortable eyes. The satellite TV dishes on the little cardboard and tin and ticky-tacky self built houses shouting of priorities we find odd but are they?
It goes on and the images pile up making a visit with years worth of replays and sifting.