End of the Summer Blues?

I’m just writing this after half a day without the generators at LAMB working for some of the compound. This is never pleasant but it is particularly hard at this time of the year.

Just at a time when my friends back in the UK are busy posting about how ‘Autumn’ seems to have kicked in already as the ‘Autumn Term’ for schools begin, here in Bangladesh, we’re experiencing the hottest part of the year. It ties with the April time which is also the hottest, but there the heat is a much drier one and comes as relief after the damp and dismal winter weeks a couple of months earlier.

Once the rains begin in the May time, the temperature cools and, whilst it is still much hotter than most of the world experiences, it is nevertheless bearable because these rains come regularly and cool everything down.

But then comes the Monsoon season which we’re still in now. When the rains come down, they really come down and they do, indeed, cool things down. But you have to wait for them and that, as they say, is the real killer.

Because, you see, the monsoon rains often take days or even weeks to finally arrive and during that time the temperature and the humidity both rise every day. In the end you believe it cannot possibly get any hotter.

But it does.

Believe me, when the monsoon rains finally fall, you are so grateful you thank a deity even if you didn’t believe in one previously.

So, in my hot and sweaty bedroom-cum-study-cum-music room, I sat this morning looking out of the the window at the green fields just waiting to be harvested and wondered when we would finally get rain. We so desperately need it. It really is incredibly hot.

And then, the power came back on.

Suddenly, we had fans, light and even our A/C units all available and all was well with the world. Well…it was still impossibly hot outside and if you did have the A/C on stepping out of the room was like stepping into a sauna: But it was still considerably better than the former situation.

Still, now it is September and, by the end of this month it all should begin calming down. I hope so, because it really is not nice currently. My mind turned to the poor (literally poor) farmers still having to work in this and do so every day. I don’t know how Bangladeshis do it. They have to, I suppose.

I’m just glad I don’t.

A room with a view…


About D K Powell

British freelance journalist, author, writer, editor, musician, educational consultant. I lived with Wifey, Thing I (daughter) & Thing II (son) in Bangladesh for 5-6 years working for an NGO called LAMB. Wifey led the Hospital Rehab department and I used to teach O levels at the school before going full-time as a freelance writer in 2013. Now we're back in the UK learning how to be British again. When not writing or editing, I'm busy trying to complete a Masters degree in Intercultural relations in Asian Contexts and reading way too many books at once. I also drink tea - lots of it.
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7 Responses to End of the Summer Blues?

  1. That’s what it was like in Portugal..we had two weeks where it was between 37 degrees and the highest it went up to was 45 degrees, and it literally felt like you were stepping into an oven!
    During that kind of heat, you would find the supermarkets usually over-filled to capacity because they were so cool!!
    I’ll pray for some rain..just not the damning kind! =)


  2. oddznns says:

    Amazing what we take for “normal” isn’t it compared to the people working in the fields all day and coming back to thatched huts with mud floors? I remember innocently asking our cook once — oh you have a new house? what colour are your floor tiles???Mud, she said. We’ve beaten mud — Oh dear!!!


    • LOL oh dear yes that would definitely be the colour! I’ve been here long enough now to not really take anything for granted any more – you just never know how someone else lives in modern times! : D


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