I had a hard time photographing the actual rain, so look at the ground. Those aren't white flecks of gravel, that's incessant rain. So I was dropped off by the bus and walked to the bridge to cross over to walk to school. I found this:
Please observe that next to the green fence there are some pipes in the river, not an actual bridge. Hmm, guess they decided pedestrians didn't need it? This, mind you, is the backup bridge to the real bridge which has been under construction for a few months now. I assumed the regular bridge must be open now. Cue me heading to the original bridge, pictured below:
Well... that looks pretty closed as well. Not a good sign. Option three: Walk to the road and cross the river itself. Usually there are large cement blocks that you can use to cross. This is the river, and in the distance near the mountains is my school.
See those steps? And the dent in the river? Yeah, about two steps are obscured by the raging rapids, and the cement blocks are underwater as well. Three bridges down! What to do??
I ventured to the orphanage because it's on my side of the river, and I know the kids walk from the orphanage to school, so there must be a bridge. Nope! They told me it was out. I learned the word for bridge is "da-li" which coincidentally is also the word for "leg." Luckily, the orphanage bus gave me a lift to school. I arrived late, wet, and not too happy. Not a good start to a Monday!
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