The rainy season started about half an hour ago.
I was changing rooms (the first one was dark and weirdly shaped) and so caught outside on the breezeway, carrying luggage. The first warning was thunder, not discreetly off in the distance but right overhead: flashKA-BOOM!! Then the sky just opened.
I hadn't been in a proper tropical downpour since I left Saipan -- oh, my, more than a decade ago -- so it was pretty refreshing. I had to stuff towels under the door to keep the water out, but who cares?
The Burundians, I should say, were surprised -- it's about three weeks early -- and none too pleased. Rainy season here lasts three months and, you know, it rains a lot. Good for the farmers, but the city folk wish it would be over.
I should probably write something about the banking system or coffee processing or some such, but I'm just too tired. Seven meetings, eleven hours, time for bed.