Preamble

Thursday, November 6th.
The rainy season has started.
The electricity has just gone out.
The flickering lightning reminds me when a light switch is turned on and off.
The pounding rain hushes the noisy thunder.
The wind blows tiny droplets of rain into the house.
The mosque to the East of our house must have a generator because we can hear «loud and clear» the cry of Allah Akbar.
It is 6:52 p.m.
All is dark.
Andan’s face is lit by the screen of her IPhone.
Nice moment to wirte.
I plan to leave this Monday for my road trip.
I will pack my rain gear on the top of my tank bag. Close by.

Riding a motorcycle in the rain can be dangerous but can also be exhilarating.
I just hope that the mountain roads are not yet muddy.