It is November, but to most city dwellers, it feels like May or June - cold, wet and sunny. Perhaps colder. The weather pattern is awfully unpredicatable.
For many of us, it has been akin to dancing to a confused genre of dance hall, reggae, R&B, rock & roll, bongo and benga all at the same time. Night and day are not the same anymore. Cold days give way to hot, humid and sticky nights. And vice versa.
In the villages, the wild...