It rains in Monrovia. Lots. We’re nearing the end of rainy season, so it’s raining even more. We get a torrential downpour at least daily, if not a couple of times a day. Then it will drizzle most of the day, and sometimes taper off. This is great, but it complicates biking to work.
Now, bicycling in Monrovia is somewhat of a novelty. There certainly isn’t the infrastructure for it. There’s barely infrastructure for cars. The roads have giant potholes that could eat a small (or large) sedan. There is no shoulder to speak of, and what there is is filled with sand, mud, trash, and cars or motorcyclists. So, I get a lot of strange looks. Even more when it’s raining.
Monday and Tuesday I thought the downpour had started early enough that it would taper off while I was en route. Not so. It actually started raining harder while I was riding. I was soaked when I got to work. My panniers are waterproof, but Liberian rain laughs at U.S. waterproofing. My second line of defense is a garbage bag. My suit usually remains dry with this set up.
This morning, the deluge just kept on going, and looked like this:
For comparison, this is what it looks like when it isn’t raining:
Ah, the joys of living in what is alleged to be the rainiest national capital in the world.