Forecast!

Regardless of how sunny the morning seems, if not a single Gambian woman is doing laundry, it will rain by mid-afternoon. I began doing laundry with high hopes that the sunshine and cool air would dry my clothes before that mildew-moldy smell could develop. Now ninety percent of my laundry is drip-drip-dripping in my hut and the remaining ten percent is sitting outside, unwashed, in a soapy bucket of water.