It is a long torrid season far east of the Wallace Line. The last rain was on the 21st May, and six months later the land is harsh, thirsty and exposed. The humidity soared through November, but the wet season is rudely lagging behind schedule. There was little of the dramatic cloud build up we have seen in other years, nor the usual respite offered by the onshore breeze. All we wanted was one downpour before we left. Visiting friends ten k's south we got our first taste of the wet, a glorious ten minute dumping, but in the true nature of isolated showers, our village didn't get a drop.