Winter down here
From Tuesday of last week:
Day three in the region of Lago de Peten Itza (accent the 'a'). Third day of tremendous monsoon like rains in the afternoon. These suckers come down hard and fast. The joke around the school was that a whale washed down from the mountain and through the streets. Don Reginaldo, the director of Bio-Itza, started it and it spread.
Back home with Florinda and Fausto the cliff they/we live on collapsed in to the back yard of the house below. Fausto and his son, Ismail (Ishmael?) were hard at work redirecting the run off from my roof. I really should get pictures of their repair as it shows the weird combination of ingenuity and backwards thinking that goes for construction.
We really do live on a cliff. Well, my room is flush with a precipitous vertical wall. The rest of the buildings are further back though just as high up. And I was seriously concerned about washing down the mountain in these rains.
So I come home and my fear of coming true. Crazy. And the fix? Catch the water running off my roof and route it around the other side of the building, away from the cliff collapsing on the other side. Eroding the other side is only a matter of time as all vegetation is cut very, very short or pulled up leaving nothing to hold the soil in place.
A deluge as seen from my bedroom window, facing east, the prevailing direction for weather.
After the storm, still dark but with glowing points of sunlight.
Day three in the region of Lago de Peten Itza (accent the 'a'). Third day of tremendous monsoon like rains in the afternoon. These suckers come down hard and fast. The joke around the school was that a whale washed down from the mountain and through the streets. Don Reginaldo, the director of Bio-Itza, started it and it spread.
Back home with Florinda and Fausto the cliff they/we live on collapsed in to the back yard of the house below. Fausto and his son, Ismail (Ishmael?) were hard at work redirecting the run off from my roof. I really should get pictures of their repair as it shows the weird combination of ingenuity and backwards thinking that goes for construction.
We really do live on a cliff. Well, my room is flush with a precipitous vertical wall. The rest of the buildings are further back though just as high up. And I was seriously concerned about washing down the mountain in these rains.
So I come home and my fear of coming true. Crazy. And the fix? Catch the water running off my roof and route it around the other side of the building, away from the cliff collapsing on the other side. Eroding the other side is only a matter of time as all vegetation is cut very, very short or pulled up leaving nothing to hold the soil in place.
A deluge as seen from my bedroom window, facing east, the prevailing direction for weather.
After the storm, still dark but with glowing points of sunlight.
posted by Michael at 4:29 PM
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