Two months and much parleying later, we still don’t have a road. On the contrary, there is now a wall at each end, making it even more inaccessible. It seems Mr. T’ has quarreled with his father-in-law, who farms further up the road, and decided to cut him off. We are just collateral damage. This is all getting a bit much. The errant monsoon, for the third year running, is making things difficult enough. Our patience is giving out, and Mr. T is going to get it this weekend!