Despite the significant lack of rainfall when it was most needed though, there is some real truth (in Kyakitanga, at least) to the saying, “When it rains, it pours.” In more ways that one.

Somewhere in the second week of our stay, the storm clouds finally recanted their path around and away from the village and made tracks directly over us. Around lunch time, a light drizzle began falling on the tin roofs of the houses. Within the space of a minute, the drizzle had opened up into an absolutely torrential downpour that turned the hardpacked red dirt of the village into a network of streams and puddles that was nearly impossible to walk across without slipping on.

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Along with the rain came some fairly incredible thunderstorms, usually out in the distance, and far away from bringing any semblance of significant rainfall to Kyakitanga.

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