Monsoon Wednesday

I'm behind on writing up summaries of what I did, and I'm behind on sleep. So I choose sleep.

However, I shall share this with you. I am living in a monsoon. Yes. From June to September it is monsoon season. The most accurate comparison to something in America is hurricane season (though less desctructive). Essentially large rainstorms collect in the ocean and make their way up to the north. This means that every few hours there is torrential raining that can last for minutes or days. It's rather exciting as you never know what to expect in a day, but also rather frustrating in that it is hard to motivate oneself to see a country when it is devastated by rainstorms.

What is interesting is that people here describe the monsoon season as if it is a person. They call it a him. "He's here" is the response to the beginnings of the rain.

So today, he came back. And he came back for a while. After just a few minutes of intense rain the streets were flooded. Not just flooded, but at least a foot under water. It was overwhelming to watch, but just a part of life to those on the street.




We went to a walk to the chemist (read as pharmacy). It had been raining for well over three hours and the streets were under siege from murky brown water sloshing with each passing auto. It was fun to meander the river, especially accompanied by the stares of locals who found our confidence in the water quite humorous.



This last photo is of a guy we saw on our walk. He was showering. With his shampoo, he was using the rainstorm for just what it was. A free shower.