After a warm, sunny long weekend, today the clouds have returned. It is grey and heavy outside, befitting Turkey’s coronavirus figures, speeding towards the top of the global charts. It would be quite something if the GF and I were to have stayed in both the best and the worst places to be during this pandemic. Perhaps we should have flown to Lahore when we had a chance. But now we are here, at least till our visas are sorted and perhaps longer if the numbers keep growing.
I took decisive action this afternoon by turning on the heating, something I normally don’t do before sunset nears. But cold and dark together is a little too much to bear, at least in the middle of the afternoon.
I am thinking wistfully of going to West Africa, specifically to Senegal. I briefly toyed with thinking wistfully of going to East Africa, specifically to Ethiopia or to the Serengeti, but was dissuaded by the war in one place and the thousands of pounds it costs to go to the other.
Rumour has it that the vaccine will not reach Pakistan for two years.