Rallying again

3.55pm  Leave work early to go home (10 minute drive)
4.00    Major queue on Victoria Avenue. WhatsApp group says it is political rally in the park. Divert to  head back and into the market area to get past the park.

4.10    Arrive near market, traffic slow. Won't stop at cafe because it will close shortly and queue won't have died down.

4.30    Still in market but can see Police high-vis jacket up the hill. The President must be coming to the rally. Turn off engine.

4.50   No movement, BBC world service getting repetitive, no sweets in car, finished crossword.

5.00   Sirens, signs of movement at the crossroads, maybe President is coming and we can move.
5.10   More sirens but still no movement. Starting to rain. Bruce Springsteen's Seeger Years.

5.15   Thoughts of u-turns scuppered by minibuses forming four lanes on all available tarmac (and other surfaces).
5.20   Movement! Game of Chicken with minibuses to get into the lane I want.

5.30   So near and yet so far. Police at crossroads have let cars block the lanes so traffic can't flow.
5.45   Home!Call German colleague to suggest delaying our outing to the Christmas Fair, 4 minutes from home.
6.30   Can't get through traffic. Watch DVD at home.

Overtake any way you can.

8.30   Get through but find that very few stall-holders have arrived. Raining again. Electrician still rigging lights in the rain. Santa's grotto is lit but he's not at home.

Buy tasty mango juice from young friend trying to start his own business. Buy burger I don't really want (but it was good) and bars of soap to support the traders who have paid for their stalls. So, if you get soap for Christmas....
Decide not to vote for president.

Seasonal bugs

The approach of the wet season brings choruses of frogs and cricket-type things but also a range of bugs, flies, beetles, millipedes, mosquitoes, flying termites and flying ants. Here is a small selection from my living room, not counting the scorpion I found a couple of weeks ago.
A few weeks ago the fumigators came and sprayed noxious stuff around, inside and out. It was certainly noxious to humans and we got burning skin, inflamed eyes, and wheezing. Now, the insects seem to perish in contact with the floor or the ledges, so I suppose the lethal stuff is still there despite my housekeeper's weekly efforts with what he calls a mopping stick. He told me today that he wouldn't clean until tomorrow because he had to shave. (The lawn.)
I am told the flying termites made a great snow-like effect for the Santa in the shopping mall.
 

Traffic cones and police revenues

Today I was stopped at my local police road block for the first time. The young female officer greeted me cheerily and asked if I would be willing to contribute to new traffic cones to replace their old grotty ones which couldn't be seen from a distance. I replied that I could always see the police officers in their high-vis jackets and declined to contribute. Police sometimes do try to get money at road blocks, but usually by inventing an offence or charging for a real one. (Their speed cameras were withdrawn recently because not enough of the fines were making it back to HQ.) This was the most novel request I have encountered and I might even go and get a cone for a laugh!

Hey, don't leave me, what have I done?

One Woolly-necked Stork imploring another at Lengwe. Who said true love runs smooth?

Political dancing

It's political rally time as elections loom next May. There is always dancing, singing and speeches. (With enthusiastic dancers, unlike British Prime Ministers.) The costumed dancers below may just be elaborately clad or it may be part of a tribal ritual group such as Gule Wankulu which I find much more sinister.

Here's another fine mess...

Life here may resemble Laurel and Hardy at times but I don't know whenever this vehicle was in NE England. I don't know how many locals would have ever heard of the great duo. This is just round the corner from the Royal Mail bike shop.