Dry

Wet season had its share of troubles - floods, mudslides and just so much darned water you think you don't need to see another rainfall ever.

But then who knew the dry season had more drama of its own?

Water shortages and bush fires! To be honest, I've had to use the toilet a couple times when the water's cut. Bad idea. You can't flush. It just sits there stewing in the heat for a couple hours at best, or DAYS at its worst. Biohazard right there.

And then there are bush fires. So the bit of hill behind our school caught fire. It crackled and spat. At first I thought it sounded like the pitter patter of rain. But it was a fire. It made its way down the hill in record speed - fueled by the tall dry grass that grew everywhere and by the oncoming sea breeze. At first I thought it might die out, but as my roommate and I looked on, it steadily crept closer and closer. I'm not going to lie, I was worried. Soon, I saw the security guy and a couple maintenance dudes run up and frantically beat out the flames with tree branches. It seemed like an unfair battle with the armour and equipment (or lack of) that the men had. It was quite a show to watch the men attack the flames with such determination. Most days, we laugh at them for slacking off at work but today they were at the top of their game. Those men were quite heroic. I was very proud of them. I prayed. They won the battle against nature. But not until the side of the hill was blackened and devoured by the fire. 

This is a picture of me on the hill just a day before the fire. Looks like the meadows of England, huh?