I hate this rain ❤️

In the preliminary talks for my trip, I was asked again and again what I would do in certain situations:
What would happen if I encountered wild boars?
What would happen if I didn't get any money from the ATMs?
What would I do if I had to fight a pack of snarling street dogs uphill with a flat tyre?

Today's question is much more banal and is:
How do I behave when it is raining and I have just broken the zipper of my rain jacket?

My first idea, to tie the jacket with a piece of rope, lasts about 5 minutes, then the rope is so loose again that I might as well leave it alone...

I envy the drivers who come towards me in their warm and protected cocoons.

The second half of the day is much more pleasant because I have a great restaurant dinner (with dessert!) and move into a surfer's hostel in the evening. It's raining buckets outside, but I don't care. A little rain 🌊🌊🌊 is also good for nature. 🤪

The wet memories of the rain will eventually fade, while the memories of the conversations in the hostel and my new resolution will remain:
I will learn to surf. 🏄‍♂️Baca lagi