Autobiography

First day back in Africa

Bryn Austin
9/17/13 pd. 2
After a stiff and sleepless frourteen hour flight I get that first wiff of air ,unmistakeable
and familiar a mixture of warm dry dirt ,moist air and frogs, its srangely commforting.we ride in
a hot van that smell stronglyof salty sweat,down pot hole riddled roads.we stop at the walls of a
compound, edged with barbed wired. the yard is full of a unfaliliar scragley and creeping ivy
like, grass. Inside the house are mostly tile coverd floors cool and nice against my bare feet.I find
my room then lay down, imeditly falling to sleep.