The rainy season started in Uganda just before I left for Tanzania and a few weeks ago Karatu seemed to be following suit, but after a couple days of rain, the skies cleared.
The slightest breeze sends dust everywhere. Today, walking into town, the wind picked up and all the people in the street had to stop, shielding their eyes with their hands, hiding their faces under congas, as the road jumped up and around, into hair and noses and mouths.
It's the end of November and supposedly the middle of the short rainy season, but we seem to be missing a key ingredient...
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