Morning Hijinx

Here in Kampala it rains nearly everyday, not that I ever see any of it. I've been in the hotel for 3 days now and only been in the open air once, but it rains whether I'm there to see it or not.

I was reminded of that this morning. I was enjoying breakfast at a table near the window to the outside patio when I heard a torrent of water pour down. The tables on the patio sit under the cover of a giant canopy and the canvas was sagging under the weight of all the captured rain-water from the previous night. One of the hotel workers had gone out with a broom to poke at the canvas from underneath and allow the water to pour off the edge. Peter, the 6-foot-tall leader of our Dutch production crew was outside enjoying a smoke and decided to use his height to help out. As he tugged on the edge of the canvas to stretch it out and release the water he was pushed under the cascade by one of his coworkers and drenched. A wrestling match between the two resulted in Peter getting his revenge on Remie.