I go cycling up through the village most days, but the Sunday morning ride is special. It's like quickly running through the dial on a radio, you get a little taste of what's going on.
The cacophony of the Christian church, the sombre worship at the Catholic church...the well dressed children running late to either of the churches.. A snatch of Country & Western music from someone's home... The Clash playing at another house (that'd be mine). And the highlight: a delicious smell of someone frying plaintains for breakfast...
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Wow Steve, you're good, if I cycled on any Dominica roads the only sound I would hear would be my heavy breathing!!
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