Traffic.

I cough and wipe my watering eyes as a dump truck belches a cloud of dark smoke from its muffler right where I stand. I scowel in his general direction as he speeds off in a great hurry, leaving a trail of opaque pollution. I continue on my walk trying to recompose myself and enjoy the beautiful morning. HONK! I jump pracitcally into a bush as a noisy matatu rumbles up from behind and the tote waves frantically out the side door. I shake my head with an expression that cleary said "look bud, if I wanted a ride I would have flagged YOU down! Not the other way around!!" But, taking the culture in mind, he probably thought I was commending him on spotting me. I shake the wrinkles out of my clothes and take a deep breath. I boldly take another step and think, 'I am going to enjoy this walk,' and my foot is met by a squishy pile of cow dung. I look incredulously at the Masia sitting under the closest tree watching his herd of cows wander aimlessly across the busy street. I walk away grumbling and shuffling the nice gift off my shoe when suddenly I yelp and grab my foot dancing around on the other. After plucking the 2 inch-long thorn from the sole of my shoe I decide that I had better start back home. 'It's a miserable day anyways' I think, as I walk three steps back to my drive way.