In “So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish“, the fourth book in Douglas Adams’ excellent five-part Hitch-Hiker ‘trilogy’, there is a lorry driver called Rob McKenna, who is described as ‘a miserable bastard’. The reason for his disposition is that it always rained, wherever he went. This is because, although he didn’t know it, Rob McKenna was a rain god. The clouds just ‘loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him, and to water him.’
Sometimes I think I may be a rain god.
These thoughts have most recently been brought on by my trip to Spain last week.
Having suffered what seems like an eternity of grim, dour, grey rainy weather here in Gloucester we decided that enough was enough: we needed some sun. My wife has relatives in Spain who we visit from time to time (see Spanish Holiday 2011 for our last trip), so now seemed like a good opportunity to pay them a visit once more.
We left from Bristol Airport on Thursday 25th April, just as the weather here in the UK was picking up and spring seemed to have finally arrived. Imagine our delight therefore, when we descended below the clouds on the approach to Murcia airport to be met with rain.
Not just any old rain, but torrential rain: a veritable monsoon. There are no storm drains in the streets and the water just runs down toward the sea, turning the roads into raging torrents. There were pictures on Facebook of people canoeing down the main street in nearby Torrevieja.
It didn’t rain consistently. Every now and then he sun would stick its head out and it would become very pleasant. Great we thought, that’s the rain behind us, bring on the sun! But then I would put my shorts on, we would head out to the beach, and the rain would return. We got soaked several times in this way, refusing to learn from bitter experience.
Luckily, because we were visiting family it was not as bad as it could have been. They knew the things to do and it was good to see them and catch up whatever the weather. And we did have some highlights to the holiday.
The area that we visit isn’t exactly traditional Spain, so we don’t generally get to indulge in our passion for local foods (we mostly ate curry, Chinese, fish & chips and even German – I’m not complaining, it was all excellent, but not very authentic Spanish), but we did go for a very traditional Spanish lunch on Sunday in a wonderful cave-house restaurant called Las Cuevas in San Miguel.
On Monday the rain stopped, giving us a bright but not too-hot day ideal for one of Andy’s excursions: this time to the source of the river Mundo. This was a two and a half hour drive inland, so you wouldn’t want it too hot, and the recent rains meant that the waterfall was flowing well.
Then on Wednesday, our last day, the sun finally came out properly giving us a scorching hot day to see the local band, The Faith, play at Las Palmeras beach.
So it wasn’t all bad and we had a great time.
And when we arrived back in UK the sun was shining and we seem to be set for a rare sunny British Bank Holiday.
Maybe I’m only a part-time rain god.
More details of our excursions and photos to follow later once I’ve managed to plough through them all.