This is the sort of thing that I thought I would be writing about on my little blog. The rains are here, the BIG rains, and the road down the mountain is worsening with every drop that falls. A year and a half ago the president (Jakaya Kikwete, lest anyone out there should think that there is only one president in the world) was due to visit a church up the road from us, and so the road was graded beautifully. Since then, no one of any importance has come by, and the road has suffered. Add to the woeful state of the road the woeful cattle driving skills exhibited by the Maasai morani and the result was that we were late for school.
I wish someone with a stick would beat the taxi cabs blocking the street when I am late for work! And the potholes in NYC seem a bid deeper, if you ask me.