It never rains but pours
Trip Start May 07, 2012
28Trip End Jun 16, 2012
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The forecast for today was rain, followed by more rain. Lots of it.
We packed and then hung about, watching the others race off all cosily encased in their cars with hoods.
Not only did it not stop, or even lessen, but the rain was actually getting harder.
Rain before seven, fine before eleven and all that?
Our next hotel, in Propriano was only about 40 miles away, so we could go straight there and it would not take too long.... but we don't want to do that!
There was another route which went over the mountains and over two cols beside a gorge... which although more than twice the distance was way more interesting, and, after all, once you're wet, you're wet, right?
So we wrapped everything in the dustbin liners as best we could, and set off.
Yes, it was wet.
Not too bad for the first few miles, as the road was an old Roman one and straight, which meant that most of the rain goes over the top, although there is a continual fountain which spurts out onto me from I am not sure where
Arriving at Porto Vecchio, we decided not to go through the town which didn't look that interesting anyway, as it would mean we would be stationary for some of the time and that is when one has nowhere to hide from the rain at all.
Turning inland, we headed up the mountain and the road became very wiggly, so our progress was slow. The rain increased, and the visibility decreased. And kept on decreasing. We were climbing hard, and knew that there was a steep drop on one side, but could see nothing.
A shame, as I am sure the scenery and the views were fantastic, but we could see almost nothing at all.
By the time we reached the top of the first col, which was completely covered in low cloud, we started to question our choice of the longer route. Had we been above 15 miles an hour for the last goodness knows how long? Actually, no.
Surely it couldn't continue?
The road descended a little before rising to the second peak
Golly, this was fun!
The second peak was even more invisible than the first.
Still in second gear for most of the time, we doggedly continued. Rarely have I been in such vile conditions. The rain was one thing, but the complete lack of visibility was just appalling.
In these conditions, Nick wears Mr Toad type goggles which normally do the trick.
However, today I was not sure he could actually see much at all.
We stopped a few times for him to clean them, or rather to wipe off the rain drops...
"Did you put your lenses in this morning?"
He had, but the conditions were such that nothing would help, really.
As we went down the other side of the mountain, the mist cleared a little and the rain started to really pour down. Within minutes, the roads were inches deep in water and it was running off in every direction. We drove through several deep puddles of standing water. There was nowhere to stop and just take a breath... so we continued.
The occasional passing trucks and lorries sprayed us liberally as they sploshed past and by the time we reached Propriano, we were soaked, the car was soaked, the carpets sodden, and the cases had also got rather wet in places too. Hanging up our jackets and hats, they dripped onto the tiled floor... and would continue to do so for two days.
A hot bath was called for.
But this vile day had not finished with us yet.
The phone rang with news from home.
Nick would have to go back asap, so the rest of the evening was spent online finding him a flight out...