More of my adventures in Congo
Warning: this one gets a little messy.
The Congo adventure continues…
A storm’s a-brewin’
When I first arrived, DRC was in the thick of its dry season. Just looking over the fields would elicit thirst- a dull brown backdrop of’ cultivated plots with little to offer but dried out crops scorched by the relentless sun.
Tragically, deforestation has rendered the ‘forest’ a sparse collection of trees, most of which have acquiesced to the parched color du jour, extinguishing any thought of moisture.
And then the rains came.
Almost daily, around three in the afternoon, ominous, dark clouds come rolling in. There is a deceptive calm that awaits their arrival- a light breeze dances in the trees, inspiring long, languid backbends of the palm branches.
An eerie darkness settles in, and in a matter of seconds, the clouds unleash with a ferocity I’ve never experienced. A barrage of raindrops pummels the…
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