In the South, but still above the Equator

There is a balcony on the first floor. The red football pitch shares the view with multiple palms and some unfinished buildings. The chairs invite the guests to sit down and have a peaceful, quiet and smooth moment. From downstairs, the smell of spicy Indian dishes recalls that soon it is time for lunch. That smell is mixed with the odor of the wet soil just in front of us. The warm western wind hits the green palm leaves, making a noise that silences the dogs, birds and tuk tuk horns.

Everybody seems to enjoy the squeezed time between two rains. It is the monsoon and the sunshine is rare, existing only when the storm stops to breath.