Last night it rained. It rained and rained and rained and rained. We had plans to go out to the NEW disco in Wa, as opposed to the old one. This one has only been open for a few weeks but is apparently much better as there is air conditioning and it is open Friday and Saturday, not just Saturday. The word was out with about 10 people Danielle knew planning to come and a taxi booked for 9:30. At about 9:20 it started to rain. There was no discussion as to whether we would still go, no phone calls to friends to see what they thought or to cancel the taxi. It was raining and therefore everybody apparently just knew that this meant all plans were off.
Even though it is the rainy season, with flooding in many places making the roads a disaster, there is not consistent water in the pipes. I am lucky at the convent because they store water in huge tanks outside and I have yet to experience a shortage there. I know it will come, but they have told me that buckets of water will be provided for me outside my room. So for now I will enjoy the running water in the bathroom and having a shower “from above” rather than from a bucket. Unfortunately there is not running water in the kitchen and it has taken me a while to get used to using a dish full of water that the girls bring me to wash veggies, boil water, and do the dishes but all in all I am pretty lucky.
At the house I stayed in this weekend in Wa they are not so lucky. The water so far this season does run every day for about two hours. There is no schedule but it usually starts between 5 and 6 am apparently. This is when you have to get up and make sure the shower buckets are full, some set aside for the toilet as well as a basin filled in the kitchen. This morning I was quite proud of myself for filling all the buckets when I got up for a middle of the night trip to the washroom. It was only this morning that I found out that the water flows for longer on Sundays and so my efforts weren’t really necessary. Oh well! From what they tell me the only really challenging part is when it gets drier and there are many days in a row before the water flows again. That can mean going in a truck to the borehole in the center of town to fill your buckets once you have run out. And what amazes me is that the people here are soooooo clean and very particular about their dress. Clothes are beautiful pressed at all times while I am feeling disheveled by the time I get to work from the exertion of my 10 minute bike ride. Truly impressive.