The rain in the wet season is like nothing I have ever seen before. Huge drenching droplets of water. A deluge. And when it is not raining, the air is still full of moisture. Everything is damp most of the time, the towels, the sheets, my mattress, my clothes. The inside of my tukul smells like an old damp sock.
The condition of the airstrip in rainy season is an ongoing concern. It can be either “Landable”, “Wet landable”, or “Unlandable”. Today we are unlandable. The plane, carrying my reinforcements, will have to try again tomorrow.
Strangely, I do not feel disturbed; I have already decided that I am going home.