The Long Ride Home
After a long day at the market the people of the surrounding villages have to get home. They push and fight to get onto trucks that will ferry them home with their goods. The weather is hot and the air is filled with dust, there is no water except for the river. The thick brown rolling sludge that doubles as the motorcycle wash and laundromat, and I’m sure the bathroom. The trucks are packed to the hilt, and it amazes me when they actually start and roll off into the distance.