I can’t think of many working days that have ended with a pillion ride on a motorbike hurtling along mud roads through a dusty town, followed by a walk through a street market (ie women selling produce on plastic bags laid on the street itself) to buy passion fruit, ginger, tomatoes, avocados and strange bitter hairy leaves for supper, ending with eating a very ripe pawpaw from the tree that holds up our washing line.
It rained very, very heavily two nights ago, the first rain since December apparently. The rain has quietened down the dust and brought flowers to the two trees that mark the end of our road.
I have never seen such a ferocious storm; there was more water than sky, thumping into the ground with a frightening intensity. It reminded me of the Nile forcing its way through the narrow passage at Karuma Falls that we crossed on the way up here, only a week ago although it feels a lot longer.