The temperature has dropped as we have made the sudden transition into some sort of pre-rainy season. We are now doing daily power cuts and most days water cuts too. AT nights we fulfill our little ritual of putting out all our pots and pans outside to catch the rain. This way we have water with which too cook, wash up and empty the toilet.
In the late afternoon most days this week the heavens opened and the water comes down in buckets. Not children’s sand buckets either. The sheer volume of rain is amazing. At the beginning of this week we gave up being exasperated with the power situation and just moved the classes out to our garden. It seemed like every class was 30% work and 70% diving for cover from the rain. Sods law, the moment you think its safe to go out it will chuck another 10 minutes worth at you.
Apparently there is some sort of hurricane in Honduras right now, I am told we can expect no less than 18 this year. Whether this is some wonderful Honduran exaggeration or an actual climatic certainty is anybody’s guess.
I have been flooded with emails from people I know asking what it’s like and if it’s really ‘rough out here.’ My answer would be no, it’s just a bit wet. A lot wet. We are all good, alive, safe and well. Just a bit soggy.
It seems to be a trait of the Hondurans to suck it up and make the best of most situations. In this way the rainy interruptions and increased power and water outs seem to be passing with few grumbles.
I am starting a lot of conversations about the weather. “Odd weather out isn’t it?” I think it’s funny that wherever I am in the world I can’t seem to resist the temptation to talk about it.