It's not the normal rainy season in Tanzania. But we've been pelted with stretches of rain since mid-November. This week it's gotten worse.
Yesterday morning I woke up at 4 am to the fan in my room dying. Power cut. The sound of heavy rain outside would have sent me crawling under covers (a light cotton sheet) but without the air circulation I threw it aside. It was still pelting down when I woke up to get ready for work. Threw on my raincoat and wellies to wade to the car. At the second last stoplight before the office, a crack of lightning crawled across the sky, the loud crash of thunder instantaneous. A fraction of a second later a transformer blew in the parking lot of the petrol station beside me. Some people screamed and ran. Others carried on.
By mid-morning the rain had waned in the city centre and Msasani peninsula where I live. But other areas of Dar were not so lucky. Reports of flooding in other areas of town brought with them news of drowning. (http://thecitizen.co.tz/component/content/article/37-tanzania-top-news-story/18142-disaster-as-floods-kill-4.html).
This morning just before 6 am, another loud crash woke me up and the ceiling fan slowed. Another power cut. The rain rumble of thunder hangs in the air as I debate with myself whether it’s smart to take a shower in a lightening storm. Just a quick one I decide.
I try to get Shaki and Natasha to go out to pee, they look at me like I’m crazy so I prepare their breakfast and get myself ready; make coffee, pack a lunch, arm myself with my raincoat and wellies and out to the car again. It takes a lot of convincing to get the dogs outside. Shaki crawls straight under the outside couch, doesn’t even leave the veranda. Natasha dashes out for a quick pee and back in under the veranda roof.
The rain continued all morning. When I arrive at the office a colleague said some people weren’t making it in to work because a bridge on one of the major arteries into the centre had washed out. I watch the rain pour down outside as I go about my work and later have my lunch break. A craving for chocolate sends me to the hotel next door to buy a pain au chocolate in my armor.
At 2.30 pm my friend and colleague comes into my office and says, what are we going to do about getting home. Rumors are circulating that the bridge on our route home is closed. Some say collapsed, some say closed for some maintenance so it doesn’t collapse. No one knows. The sound of horns honking outside signal that traffic is piling up.
I made a few calls around. No one knows for sure what’s going on. Our Director is already on holidays and the deputy on her way out. She doesn’t want to issue any sort of precautions. But she leaves the office and we’re all stuck here with no information.
In the meantime some reports are that the bridge is flooded, some half-washed out with traffic reduced to one lane. But the only thing anyone knows for sure is that people have been sitting in traffic for over an hour in some cases.
I get a hold of my neighbour who also works in town. She’s heard of the flooding and that it’s also high tide, making the situation worse. Her strategy is to stay in the office until after 6 pm when the tide starts going down, easing the pressure on the bridge. The hope is that the backlogs of traffic will also start to be resolved around then. Emergency back up plan, girls trip to the 5-star hotel’s spa in town for stress relief.
It sounds reasonable. Waiting. But then part of me is worried that if I don’t get in the queue now, maybe the bridge will be completely gone later and then how will I get home.
To add to this, we’re in a fuel crisis again. The government has (again) issued a guideline on fuel prices. And the retailer and suppliers have (again) refused to sell petrol and diesel at that price. This means there’s not where to gas-up the car or buy generator fuel. And the power cuts keep coming. This has been going on for a few days now. I should have filled up last weekend but thought I still had just over a half of a tank so it wasn’t urgent. Should have known better. Now I’m hovering around a quarter. Queuing in traffic for the next two hours isn’t going to be good for the fuel level.
I can’t make up my mind. Should I stay at the office and wait until later? It’ll be dark by then and will no streetlights it’ll be impossible to see what’s happening on the road, under the puddles. Or should I go now, and hope I don’t get caught in several hours of queuing.
The internet has mysteriously dropped off as well. I can only wonder whether it’s a side effect of the flooding or an intentional measure to stop information flows. Good thing my dongle seems to be working still.
I guess this is Africa. Now hopefully I make it home to feed the dogs.
The weather forecast doesn't look good for the rest of the week.
Current Conditions25°C6:43 PMRAIN
More InformationBarometric Pressure1005.8 mb Three-Day ForecastWednesdayPeriods of rainRealFeel®: 38°C
High Temperature: 30°C
Low Temperature: 24°C
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Hour-By-Hour ThursdayA couple of morning thunderstorms around followed by occasional rain and drizzle in the afternoonRealFeel®: 38°C
High Temperature: 29°C
Low Temperature: 24°C
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Hour-By-Hour FridayA t-storm or two in the morning followed by periods of rain and a thunderstorm in the afternoonRealFeel®: 36°C
High Temperature: 29°C
Low Temperature: 24°C
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