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from our verandah - click to enlarge the image |
It's hard to describe the rainy season in Africa unless you've experienced it. Rain is different from Western rain - it's warm and comes vertically down in sheets, usually just for a period of 15 minutes or so. Every path - and our drive as seen here - turn into rivers and the red dust of Kasulu becomes thick sticky mud. Most things stop even inside the houses and other buildings as the noise of the rain on the corrugated iron roofs is so loud. People shelter as they can, but if you get wet you dry out again soon after as it's not long before the sky clears and the sun is out. Sometimes there are big electrical storms directly overhead which can seem quite scary. One certainly feels close to the force of creation! The local crops of maize and beans that were planted with the first rains a month or so ago are already lush and tall. My delicate lettuce seeds from England haven't coped so well!
Life still busy despite college having broken up, though our friends Ian and Frankie from Painswick arrive tomorrow which we're greatly looking forward to.
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