The other morning was quiet and although humid, it was not very hot.
According to the local weather forecast, a 40 percent chance of rain was predicted toward noon so I assumed I could walk to my early morning appointment.
Almost halfway to my appointment the clouds darkened, thunder rumbled in the distance and heavy rains suddenly started to pour down.
Within minutes I was soaked to the bone and dripping so much I could not even manage to get my phone to cancel the meeting.
Standing under a tree gave no relief whatsoever and I decided to turn around and get back home.
Easier said than done because the partial dirt roads I had crossed only 15 minutes ago had already flooded in many places.
My route had filled up with streams of dirty water and deep puddles — hardly passable for a pedestrian.
The cooking ladies I had passed earlier had shifted slightly further under their corrugated iron cover and continued business undeterred.
They laughed at me, as I was obviously looking as a drowned cat.
Of course they expressed their ‘pole‘ for my bad luck and suggested I better not work today but go home and rest.
Standing under a shelter outside a small shop I managed to text my apologies and then wondered what to do.
Getting home on foot had become almost impossible unless I waded through unknown gullies full of stones, slippy mud and dirty water.
Then out of nowhere this bajaj — unfazed by the storm — appeared and asked me the usual, ‘bajaj madam?’
I could not have been more grateful and I happily climbed in and headed home, safe and soaked.