I once lived in the UK, Scotland in fact. It felt like the prelude to life in the arctic. From growing up in sunny South Africa, accustomed to a fairly mild climate, Scotland came as a rude awakening. No amount of Scotch whisky could warm my blood. And although I soaked up the Scot’s warm hospitality, it felt like it was more a case of, “yeah, yeah – we know you’re cold, now get on with it!” That saying comes to mind –‘Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s learning to dance in the rain!’ Only in my case, it wasn’t dancing in the rain; it was more like dancing while being snow-blasted on the way to work and having a ridiculous smile on my face while doing so.
But after some time, I got used to it – the snow-blasting wasn’t so scary anymore nor the wind which could easily lift someone up and send them on their merry way to the other side of the world. In fact, I will say that I was quite pleased with myself. I became a self-professed hardcore weather nut.
So when I moved to Mozambique (the opposite extreme of Scottish weather) I would tackle it like a Viking! I would adapt. The summers in Mozambique are relentless. By the end of the hot season, our blood is as thin as water, occasionally forcing us to turn the air cons off in the evenings during the winter months! But make no mistake, it can get cold here. Sometimes an icy cold front is blown up here all the way from the Antarctic. It’s not often, but it does happen! Last week, we had our first bout of cold winter rain. We’ve been firing up the kettle ever since, enjoying mugs of hot chocolate and even firing up pots of butternut soup!
I took the time to find out how the Mozambican’s deal with shitty weather. These are my findings: –
“In the heat of the day, the grass is greener where you water it!”