Akanksha and Govinda
were both up and making breakfast before I awoke. I took the
opportunity to make my sketches before joining them. Akanksha mood is
improved with sleep and she seems to be willing to pitch in, as is
Govinda. I get the feeling that Sem-buk is appraising us; he seems to
be much deeper than we give his kind credit for.
It was a pleasant ride
that morning. I was reminded of the journeys my father took me on in
my youth through farm land very much like this; I must say the crops
do not seem as lush as I remember from those times, but that that's
the nature of remembrances, things are always more vibrant than they
are in the here and now. I mentioned this at lunch and my three
companions agreed we seem to be in something of a drought this year.
The afternoon brought a
fierce wind storm making any progress slower than I would have liked.
We came across a farmstead and the Farmer gave us a meal and a place
to stay for the night. He was a simple man but very wise in the ways
of the land. He told us that rainfall seems to have been dropping for
a few years and some of the year long streams had started drying up
at the height of the dry season. He seemed to think this was unusual
as he could not remember his father or grand-father ever having such
a dry period.
No comments:
Post a Comment