Sometime in January the rains taper off into what they call the “dry season” which is not so much dry as perhaps less wet, maybe getting some showers once or twice a week. Locals say that the wet and dry seasons have traditionally arrived like clockwork, within days from year to year but now there is less definition and the timing is more variable. In any case the last month as been as wet as you can imagine, a couple of weeks ago the Georgetown area received 8 inches of rain over a 72 hour period and it just keeps falling.
Last week I had a call to pick up a two year old that had been suffering from seizures and had lost consciousness, the weather was cloudy but not too bad where I was but just a few miles out I encountered heavy rain, once overhead I could see the airstrip but upon turning final the sheets of water on the windshield obscured the forward visibility too much to land. I circled in the area for about 15 minutes waiting for a break in the rain and there finally was one for just a couple of minutes and I was able to land where almost immediately the downpour resumed. It was raining so hard that the water was pooled up to 1″ deep on the airstrip and when taxiing the wing left a distinct rainshadow effect on the surface of the water.
The truck was waiting and with umbrellas we loaded up the patient being held by his mother and a nurse from the clinic to monitor him. The takeoff was another display of aquatics as we escaped the spray and drag of the standing water and climbed out on course for the capitol, with better weather ahead I planned to level off at 7,500 feet and sure enough as we passed 7,000 we came out into bright sunshine. But just as I was leveling off the nurse signaled me that the little boy had stopped breathing and then a few minutes later indicated that he had died. At this point there was no point in continuing on, it would be far better to return them so he could be buried in his home village, as his mother cried and held him tightly I sadly I turned back into the rain for the rapid descent to the airstrip. Thankfully the rain had eased up to a light shower but it was particularly dark and gloomy with the change in events. Holding his small body as the mother climbed out of the airplane may have been one of the saddest things I have ever experienced.






















