Back in the jungle and my bungalow looks strangely welcoming. I bet all the bugs inside missed me. Two geckos of the size of my forearm form the welcome committee in the bathroom. And my boots, still wet from last week say ‘hi’ from the corner. It’s going to be easier I hope. I know now what to expect.
In the meantime it’s still raining heavily but again, it’s raining season and the weather has to live up to its name. The clouds formations march in the wide sky above like war ships, dark and dangerous, ready to unleash its power. As spectacular as it looks, I miss the sun. So do my wet clothes.