On our third day in the Maldives, I decided to start my morning with something different: yoga. The resort we stayed at had a gym complete with aerobics room it was there that I sat on the edge of my mat with a ridiculous smile, the genuine kind that comes from being stranded on an island with waffles and wifi.
Halfway through a downward dog, I suddenly dropped to the floor, astounded at the noise over my head. Could it be? Yes it was. The bright blue sky had faded to grey and it was raining. Heavily. The torrential rain didn’t stop when I left the club- an hour later. It didn’t stop as I ate breakfast. In fact, afternoon had almost come and gone before the rain deigned to slow. That too, the sky was still grey and water dripped down the palm fronds.
A quick walk down to the resort’s dive center revealed that because of the rain, it was going to be unlikely that the ocean would calm down in time to go snorkeling and swimming. So, when life gives you lemons, not only do you make lemonade, but order a glass to sip by the poolside.
However, by evening the rain had commenced again and we took refuge in the shelter of our villa. The evening gave way to night which in turn gave way to rowdy card games and reading books under a thrashing sky.
Next morning the signs of the storm were apparent. There was a faint jasmine scent and the sand was scattered with leaves and coconuts but the sky was once again crystal blue and the ocean had calmed down. Eagerly, we grabbed breakfast and changed into our costumes. No sooner had we grabbed our snorkeling gear than the heavens opened again and sent rain our way. The day was full of unpredictable scattered showers.
While losing a day of vacation was acceptable, when the weather sabotaged more than three days, it called for drastic measures. Determined to make the most of it, we grabbed our snorkeling gear and stalked off to the ocean. Although the rough weather meant it was impossible to go beyond the reef, we swam over the corals and lay on the sand, idly building castles that were taken in by the waves. When the rain hinted at picking up again we stayed at the club, engaging in TT and foosball matches with no rules and a lot of competition.
Luckily, the third day was bright and sunny. To escape the midday heat, I took refuge in the library where I found a tour guide to the Maldives. As we were planning to spend a day in Male I sat down on a beanbag and started to read,
“The Maldives enjoys a tropical climate and has two distinct seasons known as the Iruvai Monsoon (December to April) and the Hulhangu Monsoon-wet season- (May to November) The wet season is a period which the whole of the Maldives experiences torrential rain showers which include thunderstorms.”
It was May 17th.
“Whatever,” I said, and went outside to play on the beach.