The sun was beating down on Kuto as he walked through the streets of Madagascar. He had been here for a few weeks now and loved it. The people were friendly and the food was amazing. He was wearing his Panama hat to keep the sun out of his eyes and his dark brown hair was shaved close to his head. His face was clean shaven and he had a gold helix piercing in his right ear. He wore a blue plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Kuto felt alive here in Madagascar.
He had always dreamed of traveling but never thought it would be possible until he won the lottery last year. Since then, he’d been living life to the fullest and enjoying every minute of it. Today, he planned on exploring more of the city before heading back to his hotel for a nap in the afternoon heat. As he walked, he passed by many shops selling everything from souvenirs to local goods like fruits and spices. The smells emanating from some of these places were intoxicating and made Kuto’s mouth water.
Eventually, he came across a small cafe that looked inviting so decided to go inside for some lunch .As soon as he sat down ,he knew this place would become one of favorites duringhis stay . It wasn’t just becauseof good they served ,but also because everyone seemed happy here .The waitress brought him iced teaand tookhis order before disappearing into kitchen .Kuto leaned backin seat contentedly ,sipping teaand feeling gratefulfor all wonderful things life has given him recently.”