By now we should be out of them.
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Another right turn
Surface dwellers
Outside up.
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Downside in.
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Backlands gate
This was along the route at the edge of the farms where they crashed into reclaimed tribal lands. All of the roads were dirt and most of the people walking with things on their heads painted their faces. Riding in the back of the truck you could make brief eye contact and then watch them wrap backward around the bend. The red dust kicks up so much that when you stop you have to wait a while for it to settle, if you want to take it how it was.
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Behind the mill, Winterton
I got an amazing tour of this mill – from holding the corn in my hand before it was processed to handling it again when it came out as maize meal. Over in the building on the left, on the upper floor, there’s this machine that shakes the product. Presumably they’re getting something other than the corn out of the mix, but I can no longer remember. I do remember that the machine shakes so violently that it bounces around on its feet and shakes the whole room.
Still vibrating from the experience, I do remember standing here appreciating the rock-hard concrete under my feet. The stationary truck sat so grounded – like it might never move – after the rattle of the rubbery room.
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