I bet you are thinking…. “well duh..”
Rainy weather and most things do not mix. But believe me, rainy weather really does not mix well with Pacific Islands.
Of course you may remember my run in with rainy weather last year in Fiji. Well, that was more than just rainy weather… that was a cyclone. And I’m pretty sure I almost died. My experience with the rain in New Caledonia was not as bad, but it still did suck.
You might remember from my post a few weeks ago that we had a hard time organising our time in New Caledonia. Every place was booked out. Apparently you need to book ahead, but of course you can not do it online for most places. So we spent several days in the capital of Noumea trying to sort out our Grand Terre road trip. Finally we did manage, thanks to a very helpful woman at the Tourism Office.
For one of our destinations, Heinghein, the only place available was a camp ground. Now, we did not have any camping supplies with us, but the owners agreed to rent us a large tent, sleeping bags, and mattresses. OK, we decided, that was fine.
Now don’t get me wrong. I love camping. I camped for most of my time in New Zealand. I pretty much lived in a tent for several months. But now that we have an infant, we have certain standards and needs. But we weren’t going to not travel to Heinhein just because we would have to rough it for two days. So we packed up and started our road trip across the mountains.
As we crossed the mountains, the rain began. It was just a shower. But then it got heavier… and heavier. As we pulled into the campsite, the downpour began. We rain into the tent and hoped it wouldn’t last long.
It lasted more than long. It lasted all night and was just as heavy the next day.
We were cold and damp. We had no torch so we had to convince Jacob that he should be sleeping during all the dark hours. He got restless sitting inside the tent all day, but what can you do?
The next morning it was still pouring down. All the restaurants were also closed so we had to survive off canned spaghetti. The thought of spending an entire day in a small tent trying to entertain a very active child while eating only canned spaghetti was not appealing.
And then Dan discovered that there was no hot water at the showers.
That was the last straw. We didn’t shower Jacob the night before due to the rain, and I couldn’t bear the thought of not showering him for another day. He stunk. We all stunk. All our clothes were wet and would not dry. Canned spaghetti is gross. It was awful.
Dan looked at me. “So should be just leave and go back to Noumea?” I answered that I didn’t know. We were supposed to head to another village the next day, but the forecast there looked like rain as well. When Dan asked me the fourth time if we should just leave and go back to Noumea, I told him that he had already answered his own question.
We packed out and got out of there.
Rainy weather and Pacific Islands just do not mix. But at least Noumea had good restaurants and a warm hotel room.
Photo credit: Eirikso (flickr)