The rain keeps coming down. For the past five or six years there have been no short rains in Tanzania. The short rains are usually for about a month or two in October to December. When we arrived it was quite dry and dusty, but about two weeks into our time it began to rain. We have had many beautiful sunny days, but many days and nights of rain as well. In the city, you don’t really think too much about the rain. Maybe your shoes get wet and you get damp. Here, there is MUD. It cakes to an unbelievable extent on all of your shoes and they become very, very heavy. Also, because you must dry your laundry outside, it is at times very difficult to get your clothes dry. You must be very sneaky and beat the rain!For those of you who don’t know, Tony has just headed back to the states and he wrote to me about a mud adventure he had on the way to Nairobi to catch his plane. Here is his story:
watching the countryside a lot more than the airport. the best part of the trip was seeing a baboon (!!!!!!!) crossing the road ahead of us. we passed by it and I got a pretty good view of it. funny that it took me two months to finally see a monkey, and then the motherload. pretty great."
On the drive here, we had some crazy moments ourselves on the muddy track from the school into Monduli. Thank God for 4 wheel drive.
On the other hand, I am very glad for the farmers and pastoralists here; this rain makes the cows and goats very happy as well. Without the rains the land dries up and the people suffer. These other minor complaints are nothing next to the blessing that rain is for the land and the people. I wish you could experience the beauty of Monduli. Even in the rain.

4 comments:
Glad to hear that Tony made it out safely! Mud. Real mud is just hard to fathom. We had red mud in Brazil. Lots and lots of it. I was overjoyed to get your phone call this morning. Wahoo. Try drying your socks in a frying pan on LOW... or the oven. Take care and thanks for the blog!
So good to read your updates. I am glad to hear that Tony is okay after his adventure with the flood. I can't wait to see you again! Send me another email please! I love you....Gretch
Hi Naomi - I'm Carol your mother's friend - your stories bring me back vividly to Madagascar, the mud, and the roosters. I wish I had a rooster. I saw a wonderful wooden painted one in a shop in Alex last week, and it was $99 with 25 percent off which was still beyond me, but it is beautiful and would be happy in my red kitchen.
When I go for early morning walks (and it has to be very early because of the heat), there is a rooster who always greets me. One day he wasn't there - but on the second round of the walking circle, there is was - I actually beat him up that morning which pleased me.
I enjoy your writing. When you go to Arusha, do you ever go to the game reserve place - I can't remember the name of it, but Dave Simonson's son and his wife who is a missionary kid we knew in Madagascar, Annette, run it. If you ever run across her, greet her from us.
I am proud of you for the contribution you are making - what a wonderful concept the girls' school - I did see a movie about it once, and have tasted their wonderful coffee.
Carry on carrying on with God's blessings - carol
PS the walk I talk about is in India when I visit my daughter.
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