We next see this nameless being driving the streets of Scotland,
stopping along the side of the road, asking passersby for directions and questioning some further: «Where are you going?
There were children running and playing
along the highway in their bare feet; locals bicycling through the village; thin and sad - looking dogs roaming around and laying in the middle
of the
road; lots
of garbage and litter scattered
along the
side of the
road; abandoned buildings with jungle growth creeping inside them and graffiti on the exterior; open - air handicraft markets selling typical Mexican souvenirs and blankets in a variety
of vibrant colours; empty bus
stops covered in graffiti; small, open - air and simple restaurants with red Coca Cola signs on the exterior, and matching tables and chairs serving authentic cuisine; locals cooking and serving fresh meat on a barbeque
along the
road; a small park and square; narrow gravel
roads stemming off
of the highway to the remainder
of the village; and tiny one - room houses with either thatched roofs and wooden panels on the
sides or square white painted houses with a flat roof, barred windows and always a satellite dish on top.
When I was a kid in the 1950s and 1960s, just about every summer we would make a day trip to Provincetown on the tip end
of Cape Cod and on the way we would
stop to play on the sand dunes
along the
side of the
road in Truro and Provincetown.