A fair comment on prevailing local conditions here, in this moderately down-at-heel corner on Sabang; and not only here you would wager. For the first day or two passing along this commercial strip the sprinkles from a blue sky overhead had puzzled. A foreigner could not be expected to judge skies in other lands, nor light-seeming, high cumulus. It was the rainy season after all, tail end supposedly. Gerimis was the term for faint, lightest drops, usually distinct and unmistakeable. (The “e” mostly elided.) As the days passed on Sabang the conclusion finally dawned. It was not the fabled grimis at all that one was wearing here. No! Wrong. Au contraire. Not sourced from the upper reaches at all, properly speaking. Rather what we had here was leaking aircon units. Day three/four at the café, a chap came out with mop and bucket to soak up the pools that had formed in hollows either side of the entry. His unhappy turn on the detail; no wringer attached to the bucket making it hard. Early days in the corner seat up front the occasional spray had one looking out for drifts angling in from outside. Just today an office girl had passed grimacing with a piece of cardboard atop her head for cover. The length of the street she must have traversed, without some kind of shield asking for trouble. (The better salons were far from cheap.)
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