It never rains, but it pours II

Trip Start Apr 17, 2006
Trip End Jun 14, 2006

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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Aha, he's recycling the bad-taste joke made during the attack of diarrhoea a couple of weeks back, you're thinking, and therefore indicating that those creepy-crawlies in the satsuma weren't so innocent after all! And yet again, behold the cruel irony of the town's name, what more apt place to suffer an intestinal disease than Colon? But in fact, you're thinking wrong. This time it really did pour - from the sky, no less! Having had a remarkably dry six weeks, by any account, the rain finally came a couple of days into week seven. I pulled into Colon around lunchtime and stopped in a little cafe, to give myself an opportunity to digest the myriad information bestowed upon me by the alarmingly eager tourist office. Having gobbled up my main course, I politely declined postre, not wanting to seem greedy, and made my way outside to hear rumbles of thunder not actually very far away. Finding a place to stay suddenly became very urgent indeed - would I make it? Fortunately the first place I encountered was entirely suitable and I avoided getting well and truly peed on by seconds. What if I had decided to have pudding? I had been teetering, it could have gone either way. I have clearly used up all my luck in one hit and doomed myself to a damp conclusion to my trip.

I was not entirely confident about this town not only because of its name, but also because of the cover of its toursist brouchure, which features a happyholidaying family under the dubious dominion of a flabby and dangerously topless father. As you can imagine (or perhaps you'd rather not), it therefore completely fails to conjure the impression of a savvy and glamourous toursist destination. But perhaps that's not the look they were going for. Either way, I feel I ought to warn them that they are at dire risk of alienating - nay, repelling - many potential visitors.

In the evening, I decided I had to try some of the much touted thermal hot-springs that seemed to litter the province across which I was currently pedalling, so I took myself out in the rain and hunted them down. Strange how if you build a funny-shaped swimming pool, suddenly it contains naturally heated water pumped from 1500m below the ground that has health-giving properties owing to the coctail of vitamins and minerals dissolved within. In reality, they weren't even very hot, although perhaps judging thermal hot springs on a wet and windy dark evening is a little unfair.
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