On our travels we have learnt to treasure those unexpected moments that could be seen as potentially disastrous or something else. We always choose something else.
Our trip was a much planned guided walking trip of the islands. We began in Dubrovnik
On Sunday 24th September we were to walk to the museum situated at the Imperial fort on Srđ mountain. An arduous climb to the top but we were assured the views would make it worthwhile. All went well until we were a mere 60 meters away from the top of the mountain. The rain arrived in lorry loads, drowning those of us who wore rain jackets. We sought refuge in the museum and then the restaurant at the top of the mountain.
I was a little relieved to hear, “the van is coming to get us and we can continue in the old town.”
“Great” everyone of us eight minions replied.
However, when we were dropped close to the entrance of the old town, the rain didn’t lessen ……it intensified.
We ran from the van to the nearest largest shop… an ice cream shop. The owner was calling people in from the rain and then apologised that he would have to close the concertina glass doors. So here we stood, five deep, eating ice cream watching the rising rainwater creep towards the door of our shelter. Some, led by Pirrka, danced happily to the music provided.
I had my back to an inner kitchen door. The owner brushed past me apologising, again, for the rain, and then hastily pushed one employee who was dressed from head to toe in professional rain wear outside. Next came a large panel of timber. To much cheering the poor young guy stood before the entrance holding the timber at an angle to divert the racing river from the doorway.
With a toss of his head and a sigh, the owner vanished into the back room again. There was the sound of a loud discussion followed by the entrance of another young and very fit looking employee (as noted by every woman) carrying yet another board. However, this guy was dressed in jocks, teeshirt and socks!
After the initial shock the watching crowd of minions cheered as one as he bravely pushed his way out into the now seven inch high river of water walking out of sight away from the shop, carrying his board. All the while his fellow employee stood outside diverting the tide from the door.
One ice cream later and the door opened. Scantily dressed employee re entered grabbed another board and vanished. On his third journey outside, a debate broke out amongst the watchers.
“Where the heck is he going? And what is happening to the boards?”
This one thought echoed around the spectators. A lone Irish voice beside me declared,
“There can only be one sane answer. He is running a surfing school and the eejits he is teaching are coming off the boards so he has to keep restocking the equipment!”
I mean what other explanation could there be? Thoughts as usual will be welcomed and answered.