So this is at least the third continuous day of water, making it the longest flow since I got here (as far as I know). Apparently a small child drowned two days ago in the next village upstream. It's sad, but folks here have little opportunity to learn how to swim. Earlier today when I waded across, a couple kids were crowing about how I had braved near-certain death (or words to that effect), and a group of adults chastised me about how I was going to catch flu.
For my part, I enjoyed the simple pleasure of wet sand in between my toes and cool murky water--the blood of the earth--over my knees. Heavenly.