A post mostly of pictures, I hope.  But then there was last night’s storm.

It was maybe 4:00 am. The ooing of wind. The slashing of rain. And the sound of water pouring in! Electricity gone. Air conditioning off (and the outside temperature was 28 degrees Celsius). It felt like a disaster movie.

Somehow I got back to sleep. At 8:00 the pouring sound was merely a dribble but I wondered if my bedroom floor was under an inch of water. And in the spirit of Stephen King, I imagined the water had poured through the tiny screened window in the bathroom, depositing a slew of “wee, timorous beasties” on the floor.

Happily, all was dry. The pouring was off the roof.

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Here are some photos from my day:

The morning aftermath of a nighttime deluge

Visiting Moustapha’s almost completed home. He was so proud

Delivering 50-kg bags of rice to the 20 families we serve

The mother in red thanking us

The local guys

Two lovely members of another family

Daily stuff

Our donkey driver and his steed on a Toubacouta street

Accompanying four jewelry seekers

My friend Ali. I help him out for his education. Maybe he’ll move to Ghent someday