I’ve seen it happen so many times in the movies, but never believed it.
I don’t know why I doubted it could happen – perhaps because Australia has lovely big stormwater drains to cope with tropical downpours.
I really didn’t think it was possible for a car to drive past, and splash the happy footpath dweller from head to foot.
Now I know better.
Walking to the bank with Mr Moi today, we were in a hurry, as I had to be back on the other side of town for my Russian lesson by 1:30pm – and we were dead keen on fitting lunch in beforehand.
Today is a truly rainy day in Kyiv, and it’s subsequently melted all the snow that was laying around. The pock-marked pavements resemble miniature lakes. The uneven roads have become swimming pools.
As I was standing grumpily wet on a street corner, waiting to cross the road, a bulky, black-windowed Merc zooms past at an ‘up-yours’ 100kms per hour.
I couldn’t jump back quick enough. I was drenched from head to toe in slimy brown water.
Yay for spring! Lucky I hadn’t blowdried my hair this morning.