We have had floods of biblical proportions here recently, haven’t we? In fact very few people have escaped at least some degree of disruption from them.
Going to Tanzania we were prepared for everything. We had various vaccinations, took anti-malaria tablets, stocked up on Pro-Plus, Strepsils, Dioralyte, Immodium, plasters, wet wipes, sun tan cream. You name it we had it. Thinking it would be hot and humid, well it is Africa. Everybody knows how hot and humid Africa is. Linen trousers and loose fitting tops were the order of the day.
Not for one minute did we think we might encounter rain.
Oh how wrong we were. It poured on Thursday. Which meant the traffic was horrendous. Routes that should normally take ten minutes were taking an hour and a half. Because when some of the roads looked like the one above and when a huge proportion of the motorists are on mopeds or little three wheeled tuk-tuk type vehicles they can’t do the usual speed so it means the whole city can get grid locked.
Shops closed due to water pouring in. Roads impassable. Traffic gridlocked. All because of floods.
You see, Africa really isn’t so different from England, after all.