While I was trekking across Ghana's northwest corner to Wa, the sky opened up in a most tremendous way and even the larger-than-a-cat mosquitoes took cover. I was thankful for a tin roof and a lack of windows as water beat down like fists over my head. Afterwards, the road to Kumasi (which normally has potholes the size of coffee tables) had fresh mud pits leaving me and my pack an unrecognizable mess of reddish-brown.
