Sometime this morning it started raining harder than I have
heard in a while. It was probably 4 am Uganda time.. It rained for a long time, and about the time
I started thinking I should wake up, I remembered that to go get coffee or
breakfast I have to walk down an outdoor alley between the rooms at the Golden
Monkey. No dice.
Eventually, it diminished to a vague drippiness. There were
moments when it did not rain today, but when it did, it was unrelenting hard,
hard downpours. With the thermometer at
about 60 degrees or less, it is not what most would expect just south of the
equator in Africa. Still, it is what you
frequently get. If you visit, don’t
think shorts and t-shirts will work.
Bring fleece.
It’s officially the beginning of the dry season, but
according to our hosts, the rains have lasted longer than expected. I feel bad for anyone trekking gorillas
today—forget gorillas in the mist, this would be gorillas in the
thunderstorm. Actually, I feel bad for
the gorillas too—they have to put up with sort of thing frequently.
Most of our plans for the day were washed out too. Some ideas have begun to crystallize, but
getting out and meeting people today, or having them visit us, as we had
planned, was not in order. I hope for
better luck tomorrow. Our friend Grace Mugisha will be coming into town to see
us.
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