Then when we returned home, the wall of humidity hit us. The first thing we did, after giving the house an airing out, was to shut everything up again and to switch on the little air conditioner - the one installed over my desk. It is our main source of cool as the large antiquity we call our living room aircon, doesn't blow cold air and simply wastes electricity if we resort to using it.
Yesterday, it was so hot and humid. I could feel perspiration trickle down my back as I prepared our breakfast. Even standing under the working air conditioner did nothing to alleviate the discomfort of the wet summer heat.
I longed to dive in the deep end of the pool at the villa in Pacific Harbour once again. Instead, we put our towels in a bag, hopped in the car and headed for a local swimming hole at Stoney Creek. We found a parking spot and trudged through the rainforest for a short distance until we came to our favourite spot - a deep pool surrounded by large boulders, fed by a small cascade of water.
|Didn't take my camera, but here's a photo I prepared earlier.|
There was no ooh-ah-ing our way into the cool water this time, we just picked our way across the rocks and dived straight into the deepest part of the swimming hole. Ah! What a relief! We spent some time letting the small waterfall splash over our heads, and I floated on my back and looked up through the canopy at the sky.
A little later, as I sat on a large rock watching the fish gather as a boy and his father threw scraps to them, I felt a big plop of rain on my arm, and then another, and then another. I hurried to stow our towels and car keys under an overhanging rock and returned to my perch to watch my kids try to drown their dad, while the rain pattered on their already-wet heads.
Then the thunder rolled in, and my peaceful feeling turned to feelings of anxiety as I thought of the possible lightning that could be accompanying the thunder. Then I thought about the possibility of flash flooding and our usual (and now broken) rule of not swimming in the creeks during the wet season. I asked Will if perhaps it was time to call it a day, and he asked for five minutes more.
I was starting to get a chill, sitting there on my boulder, so I figured what the hell, and jumped back into the water, with the hope that in the water it would be slightly warmer than sitting in the rain. It was pleasant, but I never really lost the goosebumps on my arm, so I climbed back out and rounded up my family.
We headed back through the forest to our car. We laid our towels on our seats and headed home in our wet swimmers. As we were driving along, I saw steam rising from the bonnet and wondered if our old car was having issues. Then I realised the steam wasn't coming from our car, but from the road. The weather had been so hot before we had our swim, that when the rain hit it, it turned to steam, like throwing water on a hot frying pan.
When we got home, we all had refreshing showers, turned on the aircon in our bedroom, and hibernated for the rest of the afternoon watching DVDs - a perfect way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon.