Day two was like working in a pot of pea soup. The rain refused to release and the humidity worked against us. Our paper mâché gods did not want to dry. One oven, heat gun and turbo fan helped to limp us along. Had our pieces dried sun god, Ra and chicken god, Bak would not have caused us so much grief. Ironically, Set the god of chaos behaved quite well. Delicate and deft hands allowed us to push forth and complete our deity sticks. I give great credit to these boys for such dedication and focus on these last two blistering days. Who doesn’t love knives, burners and power tools, anyway?