Hot Season

the futility of candles in hot season

So all my chocolate was officially melted in my house. Every single bar, sent in love from many care packages, while contained in its wrapper, was liquid, and as I shifted them back and forth like a seesaw, the chocolate inside ran from one side to the other. So now I had a predicament. How to I get the chocolate to Garoua, where it could rest safely in the freezer, on a crowded taxi car where people and goats and chickens are all jostled in together elbow to elbow to hoof? Finally, I decided to take the risk, taking a car to Jessie's in Sanguere Paul, carrying the bag of chocolate bars carefully balanced so as not to disturb the equilibrium. We arrived there safely. And then from her place on to Garoua by moto, much less precarious, each time getting on and off, carrying the precious cargo in both hands! Delightfully I arrived at the office with no mishaps, all the bars still liquidly intact in their wrappers, and happily deposited in the freezer with a sweet note saying "Elizabeth's chocolate, do not eat!"

Good things about hot season

--Clothes drying in 30 minutes, washed dishes in 10

--Only having to pee every now and then

--Because you can't really do anything from 10-4pm it forces you to rest your body, lying around in your house most of the day. (hmm this one not working out too well lately...)

--Enjoying hot water to drink

--Not having to heat up water for baths

--The sweat on you then cooling you off when a breeze comes through. You almost feel cold!

this is the sweat that beaded up on my arm after I ate a warm meal at lunchtime. Also streaming down my face, a photo a took, and decided would be more prudent to leave off the blog for pride's sake!