The Longest Week

I arrived on the 15th of July, and the first thing I noticed was the heat and the humidity, what we call summer (23 degrees) in the UK was the temperature of the air conditioning in the car, whilst outside was averaging 33-37 degrees. Not only that, the second day of my dad and I's arrival, there was a power cut which left the whole neighborhood without electricity. So every night for 5 days, we would do every thing  with the aid of candle light at temperatures reaching 37 degrees. 

The lack of electricity meant the lack of wi-fi which I needed to update my blog, however my uncle who had shared the same experiences of poverty in the farm with my dad, further explained the hardships the locals went through. An example would be that, one can of sardines would be split between a family of six once every week, and the locals would scavenge for vegetables or anything edible among the shrubbery as a substitute. Additionally, my auntie had explained that the farmers would start their work at 3am in the morning and not stop till 12 noon for a break, and then resume work at 2pm and continue till 8pm to rest in preparation for the next day.

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