Well, fun fact: Malaysia experiences LOTS of rain. Like bucketloads of it. Sometimes it's ridiculous. Take this week, for instance. Kuching has experienced rain that should only be experienced during rainy season--which is still months away, mind you. And even then, this particular type of rain should be reserved only for the darkest of nights, when missionaries don't have to ride through the middle of them.
But I digress. Suffice it to say, I've got some wonderful stories to tell the grandkids in sixty-odd years about this past week. We literally biked through puddles several feet deep, in the middle of what must have been a mini-hurricane. At one point, when you could think that this situation could get no worse, a car drove by and splattered our water-soaked bodies with a nice slash of brown. Malaysia boleh.
Maybe I'm being a little overdramatic, but whatevs. There's nothing wrong with a good story :)But I digress. Suffice it to say, I've got some wonderful stories to tell the grandkids in sixty-odd years about this past week. We literally biked through puddles several feet deep, in the middle of what must have been a mini-hurricane. At one point, when you could think that this situation could get no worse, a car drove by and splattered our water-soaked bodies with a nice slash of brown. Malaysia boleh.
Mai Zhanglao