Wet

The monsoon pyrotechnics of the previous evening were less evident as we prepared for dinner. C-c and C-H were meeting us at our resort and it was only when we sent they returned a message that we became aware that it was raining and they were sheltering at reception.

The Gorse Fox looked out. Rain was perhaps an understatement. We seemed to be in a solid wall of water. A call to reception summoned transport to get us the few hundred yards to meet up. The rain continued as we headed northwards to a restaurant run by an ex-pat. This is a favourite of the divers as it provides an English-style menu with huge portions for a reasonable price. A treat to be savoured once ion a while.

The meal was indeed heroic in proportions and as we munched our way through the chicken, the ribs, the lamb and goodness knows what else the rain stopped, started again, stopped, and started again.

Replete, we headed back into the steamy wet night. The rain had not abated for long and we eased our way back south. An E.M.S. truck raced past us to deal with trouble up ahead somewhere, but then as we negotiated a bend the rain stopped, and the road ahead was already dry. It was as if someone had drawn a line across the road to say where the rain should stop.

Back at the resort we parted company with C-c and C-H and retired to our room. Spots of rain were just beginning to fall again. Clearly it was going to rain again, but once in our room that was of little concern. There were a few power-cuts during the night – only noticeable because the temperature in the room began to rise as the air-conditioning failed, but that was fairly soon rectified. The Gorse Fox would guess they are pretty used to this.