It’s just a rainy night in Gulu. Eating pasta and tomato sauce might not be a new experience, but eating it on a veranda as lightning crashes around you, rain lashes down and thunder rattles across the town certainly is. Especially as the sauce contained dried Aubergine, we had to buy it from the student of a college we were visiting. As part of their training in ‘Agric’, students had been given seeds to grow and then encouraged to sell the results in the market. It’s OK, tastes as you might expect dried Aubergine to taste.
The weather is changing, the rainy season is coming. Towards the end each day the clouds start to mass. There have been spots of rain a few times, and a couple of tremendous storms. One hit when we were out at Opit, the small market town about 25 kilometres away we visited with the college principal. First a huge wind blew up the dust so that we couldn’t see anything, a pause whilst we drew our breath, the sky went black and the ferocity of the following rain was frightening.
Another big storm last night, rain poured into the compound. Standing in the doorway a perfectly perpendicular single bolt of lightning appeared to bisect the opening; the subsequent thunder was almost instantaneous; we jumped and screamed.
More heavy rain and thunder this evening, the rain brings the frogs out, their croaks get louder each night. It’s just a rainy night in Gulu, sometimes I feel like it must be raining all over the world.