In the morning we would set off under blue skies. But by mid-afternoon, menacing clouds started forming. (Cue drum roll…)

Then ‘BAM’ the first lightning bolts struck and the heavens opened.

With luck, we found a roof to shelter under.

Together with the locals, we stood packed in like sardines. Everybody waiting until the deluge stopped.

Then off we headed, slipping and sliding over the muddy tracks.

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