Wet, wet, wetter

We were at a creative industries conference in Indonesia. I stayed on the top floor of a modern hotel in the centre of Bandung. Modern it might’ve been, but not modern enough to have air-conditioning.... and boy, was it hot! I showered several times a day, but it was pointless. By the time the lift reached the ground floor, I was drenched. But not as drenched as later.

Monsoon at 4pm sharp every day seemed like the Great Lakes emptying from above. Drains overflowed. So did I. It felt great!

And then it stopped. Just like that! Until tomorrow...