Thursday 1 March 2007
These are our clothes, sopping wet. This morning was a rare free morning for both Ryan and I, so we decided to take a long-awaited tour of the senate. It was raining pretty hard, but we went down anyway, under my big happy green umbrella. As we got closer to the capital building, however, we found that all the streets surrounding it were blocked off, we couldn't get near it. We saw signs and heard drums, clearly a demonstration going on. Went to check it out, turns out the president was speaking! But not yet, and while we waited the rain got stronger and stronger and stronger. Eventually we were soaked, even under the umbrella. It was tropical monsoon kind of rain, you can't see ten feet in front of you rain, I couldn't believe it. We didn't wait for the president, as there were no signs of him venturing into the rain. By the time we got home, wading through rivers on the side of the street, every inch of us was wet through.
I thought it was a ton of fun, but Ryan wasn't happy.
These are our clothes, sopping wet. This morning was a rare free morning for both Ryan and I, so we decided to take a long-awaited tour of the senate. It was raining pretty hard, but we went down anyway, under my big happy green umbrella. As we got closer to the capital building, however, we found that all the streets surrounding it were blocked off, we couldn't get near it. We saw signs and heard drums, clearly a demonstration going on. Went to check it out, turns out the president was speaking! But not yet, and while we waited the rain got stronger and stronger and stronger. Eventually we were soaked, even under the umbrella. It was tropical monsoon kind of rain, you can't see ten feet in front of you rain, I couldn't believe it. We didn't wait for the president, as there were no signs of him venturing into the rain. By the time we got home, wading through rivers on the side of the street, every inch of us was wet through.
I thought it was a ton of fun, but Ryan wasn't happy.
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