Tourist on holiday in Spanish resort finds empty sunbeds for unexpected reason
Many Brits like to go away on European beach holidays at this time of year seeking sun and hot weather that we don't get a lot of in the UK in summer. It's not unusual for it to rain and be a bit cold in Britain during this season and there might even be strong winds and storms, like Storm Floris that hit the UK on Monday, August 4.
This dreary weather is what prompts Brits to get on a plane and take a flight to holiday destinations in Europe, including Spain, Greece and Italy. Plenty of tourists dream of laying on a sunbed around a pool with the sun beaming down on them and there have been multiple reports of 'sunbed wars' in resorts.
However, when Kieran Chapman, known for starring on Married at First Sight in 2024, stayed at a resort in Palma, Majorca he didn't have to wait for a free sunbed at all.
He shared a clip on TikTok showing that they were all empty due to the unexpected heavy rain.
Despite this, the TV star still lounged on a sunbed and seemed to enjoy the very wet weather as he laid down in a relaxed position with his eyes closed.
Palma is the capital city of Majorca, Spain and the largest of the Balearic Islands. It is popular for its beaches, nightlife and climate as it is often sunny and warm in the summer months with little rain so it appears that Kieran got unlucky with the weather.
The TikTok video shows that the celebrity, from Newcastle, didn't mind getting soaked by the pouring rainfall.
No other guests at the resort can be seen in the clip so Kieran, who is a mechanic, got to enjoy some peace and quiet without letting the British style weather ruin his time.
The post has no audio apart from the viral Jet2holidays voiceover meme that has been added to many funny travel videos on TikTok.
Kieran's clip has garnered 362,800 views, 16,200 likes and more than 200 comments, at the time of writing.
Viewers found humour in the video as one said: 'The rays still get to you through the clouds.'
Another added: 'When you're used to English weather.' While a third chimed in: 'That's probably more relaxing than lying in the hot sun.'
Someone else commented: 'No towels on the sun beds, get innnn.' A fifth had a similar thought as they remarked: 'At least there's no queues for the chairs.'
Others left comments, such as 'this made me laugh', 'making the most of it' and 'I'm actually howling.'
The Newcastle mechanic isn't the first holidaymaker to experience this as others have been met with rain in hotspots that are usually sunny and shared similar clips on social media.
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