"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

The Morning After, The Night Before.

It is official. The monsoon has set.

On first hearing this phrase, I thought I might be experiencing an Al Gore moment, and that the monsoon must have finished early – extremely early.

But by setting, the monsoon has in fact arrived.

When I retired to my bedroom last night, the comfort of sleep was unaccustomedly difficult to find.

Instead, I was entertained by a mighty son et lumière performance.



For over an hour my room became the stage on which searingly bright lights, cruelly sharp shadows, deafening sound and powerful tremors fiercely interplayed.

As dawn broke I questioned if an early morning walk would be possible.

But, other than a few puddles, life had returned to normal.

The beach was beginning to  bustle:


Footballers were back in position;

The cheerleaders their customary, sanguine selves.

A boy was opening my local tea-stand,

His first customer already waiting.

For young and old it was business as usual.

The sky was brightening,

The storm blown out.


3 responses

  1. Lucille

    Does it clear the air or will it build up again for a repeat performance each night?

    June 4, 2010 at 1:06 am

  2. Lucille

    And have you ever visited Teapot in Peter Celia street? It sounds nice.

    June 4, 2010 at 1:13 am

    • Following the big storms, initially the air is cooler and fresher. But by late afternoon it becomes warm and humid once more.

      Yes, TeaPot is a regular haunt, though I tend to avoid it during the height of the tourist season. Their chocolate cake is extremely good and they also serve a most acceptable European-style breakfast.

      June 4, 2010 at 7:45 am

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