I thought I was seeing things. For no apparent reason water was pooling in the once dry riverbed. It spread from the direction of the megapolis, instead of down from the mountains at our back.
Soon it was filled from bank to bank, and not long after we discovered the explanation to my mystery.
Several tanker trucks were queued up and one by one were discharging their contents forming the river.
No one detained us as we skirted the area, but many stared with suspicion.
One of the drivers got out and followed – until he was ordered back to his vehicle.
Further on I puzzled over some machinery, submerged near the water’s edge.
Elijah looked and said, “It’s for irrigation.”