Muda Mrefu

The BIG rains came, this year in earnest.

When Samantha, Sofia and I came back from our Easter holiday, we found an inch of water pooled in the corner of our living room.  The rains had arrived whilst we were gone, and tour poor, tattered roof had been pounded for days and days.  Our neighbors told us about the sheets of water that had fallen for days at a time.  And so Sam and I mopped up, called in a roof fundi, and got on with life.  It continued to rain for another month. The fundi continued to come by and patch up the latest leaks, and slowly slowly (like most things here), we stemmed the rain inside the house.  Outside it kept on.  Our garden has been growing at a rate that makes Samantha and I laugh in amazement as we see plants seemingly double in size in a fortnight.

All very interesting, but what has really suffered here is the Ilboru road.  Famed for its dustiness in the dry season, for it’s number of cavernous holes and craters in any season, and for the raging torrents that roar down it during the rains.  This year the rains really tore it to pieces.  It makes me happy in a perverse way, because I amortize the cost (not small) of our Land Rover with every single trip I make up and down the hill.  In any other car the ride becomes 15 bone jarring minutes of heaving and lurching, hand gripping the door handle for dear life.  

 

 

The Land Rover lives for roads like this.  Of course, I would like to roar up and down the hill all day, toying with the deep ditches on either side of the road (carved out by the rain, not by man), but the road gets pretty busy with taxis (like the one creeping along in front of me in the pictures) and people.  With people on foot there is an unpleasant dynamic that exists.  The road is a sea of puddles, and it is virtually impossible to drive down and not hit a puddle.  And so as you approach people on foot, they stop and look at the path you tires are taking, trying to predict how much mud is about to leap up from the ground.  I find myself trying to avoid puddles more that I try to avoid other cars. So, if you are intrigued by all of this rainy nonsense, come and visit Samantha and I between March and May, and you too can experience the Ilboru road in the rains!


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May 19, 2008 - Posted by | Arusha

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