I think I'm influenced by the word "transport", here's what I see:
The black fades away and I see a street in front of me. I'm on the street. It's not a modern street, but very old, made of cobblestone. There's a small wall on the right side, it's grown over by some sort of roots or vines. Everything around me seems very old. It becomes a blending of different locations. I'm in a forest now, the trees look primeval, mossy, like a very old forest. I'm still on the street. There are horses somewhere but I can't see them. I hear them, they are behind me. I'm part of a trek. A pilgrimage.
I want to say I'm off target, because Tazz wouldn't have chosen it. It's too specific. Interestingly, everything I see is old, as opposed to the wording "new location".