It’s 8:30 on Saturday night. I wish I had a way to record the sounds resonating around the valley in which we live. In the distance the beat of a bass drum playing at a hotel disco vibrates through the air.

Across the river a pastor is leading a church service with lots of loud singing and shouting followed by a sermon. Words are lost in the distance, but the intensity is clear in the high volume.

Somewhere across the river, women’s voices can be heard singing in harmony – from the style of song it’s clear that they are Anglicans.

Soon we will retreat to our bed with the ceiling fan humming and rattling at the highest setting, as much for trying to cover the noises of the night as for the cooling affect it has on our bodies.