It has been raining for four days. Except at night when the temperatures get below freezing, it is has just been cold and wet. January and February are normally the only really rainy times of the year. This leaves little incentive for drainage ditches. As most areas outside the cities do not have indoor plumbing, the concept of storm sewers, much less waste disposal are something expected by foreigners.
There was snow on the rug outside my Bhut this morning and puddles all the way along the crushed gravel walkways. On the side roads there are standing areas of water almost obscuring the entire road bed. Port-a-loos sit on pallets only barely above the water with marginal access. The dumpster glowers from its crouched location at the end of a row with bags dripping from hinged jaws stuffed to overflowing.
The wet and shiny rocks crunch as ice flakes off while attempting to roll the ankles of those fools trying to keep their feet dry as they avoid puddles and lakes of water and mud.
Near the terminal the puddles are large enough to cause a major splash hazard from passing vehicles and I head once again cross country between buildings and able for the most part to stay on gravel or cement. The parking lots are seas of mud and there is a coating of snow on many of the containers and pallets in the tranport yard.
The falling rain is starting to whisper against my jacket as small drops turn to ice crystals with the drop in temperature. Even hiking along Disney’s cement walkway is not completely without its hazards as the sidewalk becomes slippery with ice.
There is standing water outside the office, in the roads and in the entry way next to the DFAC. The next few days may be no more fun that my cold which was kindly shared by an office mate just returning from a jaunt to another base.
I think a cup of tea and going back to sleep sounds pretty good right about now.