It's 5 am and we are traveling north in the pre-dawn darkness. At the edge of the city we pass a sign that pretty much marks the point where electricity from the city ends. As the sun rises I'm already deep into the countryside. The light reveals the beauty of the land first through a hint of purple then a glowing orange. There are rolling hills and mountains in the distance. The roads are for the most part in amazing condition. Of course there are sections where there are potholes that force us to the side of the road but for the majority of the time we're driving at more than 120kmh for long stretches. As we reach the flat savannah it's km after km of road. We speed past countless small villages and tiny huts by the side of the road. The land is filled with knee high grasses with small shrubs and trees spread out. We speed past people walking on the side of the road, past people selling produce, and past people working the land. Suddenly we stop. Some hunters have killed a small animal. We get out to look and after a few words the dead animal is being dropped into the trunk of a car. Hours later the plant life has changed considerably. We are closer to the equator and it resembles more of a jungle outside. 

And that is where I stopped writing.