Rain

I was sitting having a coffee and reading the paper at the mall when I looked at and saw rain. Not just a trickle but a torrential downpour. This was big and given that I had walked the 7 odd kilometers here and was planning to walk back I decided to sit it out. Well after half an hour and with thunder and lightning and considerable rain I decided to catch a cab. I think I would have been safer walking. The amount of water on the roads was amazing. They have no drains so there is no where for water to go. Oh yeah. It rains dirty as well. Ell for the first part it does as it pulls all of the sand and dust out of the sky. So your clothes are dirty and have brown marks all over them.
So I’m in the taxi queue and stat talking to the bloke next to me. We agree to share a cab as we are heading in the same direction. He’s a young german bloke who is flying out that day after spending six months setting up a high end hotel. I jump in the front. Miscala Kabaira – Big Problem. The seat belt doesn’t work. Well my little Kerela taxi driver can see the rain because he has put the wind screen wipers on but it doesn’t change his driving pattern. He floors it, as does every other idiot out on the roads. No ideas about driving in the rain. We get overtaken by a big landcrusier on the inside whose bow wave …yep the water is deep in places covers our bonnet. I suggest to my drive that he may want to pump the brakes a little as we screaming towards the roundabout. Ahumdilahlah – thanks be to god I get home safely. Usually I tip all my drivers as they get paid very little. This time the tip was…”slow down in the rain next time buddy”