How interesting. This year the annual four-hour Good Friday procession around the city pausing at the 12 stations of the cross went counter-clockwise on its route. Every year since 2009 it has gone clockwise. The country is so dry one can see the marchers through the trees in my back yard from my third-floor patio roof. The rainy season and winter begin in May and lasts until November. Then the thirsty land will turn luscious and green as Mother Nature bares her fecund soul.
Good Friday 18 April 2014
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