After some time I decline to notice stacks of rubbish, littering road margins. Instead of grassy verges, plastic piled; bottles, bags, polystyrene, tyres, metal scraps and everything in between covering the sandy road’s edge.
Fruit sellers interspersed between patches stood behind coconut laden carts. Lone cows tethered or ranging peacefully amidst the chaos of the road. Vehicles of assorted shapes, sizes battle for places with a chorus of beeping horns, leaving lanes a mystery unto itself.