Sweet and Sour Jaded Musings
Brain droppings from my life in China.
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Road Trip to Trincomalee
After one day and two nights in Colombo, I was beginning to feel what I think many visitors to this storied place feel: the overwhelming need to get the hell out of there! It's noisy, crowded, and the atmosphere is heavy vehicle exhaust. Many guide books and tourist sites gamely try to play up Colombo's positive features, but it's a lost cause. Your rational self recognizes the city's culture and its exotic essence, but you still want to leave.
We had arranged for Musharraf
to pick us up the next morning at 9:30.
The trip would take somewhere between six to seven hours. I was in the shower at 8:00 when my phone
rang. It was Musharraf. He was downstairs and wanted to talk. I dried off, and went to see what was
up. He had a request. Since it was a holiday, would I mind if he
brought a van and his family? They had
never been to Trincomalee. No
problem! I really liked him, and thought
it would be fun.
Securing a van, and getting
the family together took a while, and we didn’t hit the road until close to
10:30. Our crew consisted of Musharraf’s
wife, his sister, her son and daughter, and Musharraf’s younger brother. His kid was apparently a slug-a-bed and
remained home with Grandma and Grandpa.
It was a grand road trip,
which took us into the mountains. The
road was very curvy and mostly under construction. If you’ve ever traveled on roads in Asia, you
experience a more adventurous style of driving.
Passing on blind corners is a common occurrence, and I’ve grown
accustomed to the practice. Somehow, you
don’t die, and it really is the only way to get around the dump trucks. Unlike China, there are a lot of traffic cops
everywhere, and the speed limit is strictly enforced.
Sri Lanka is a beautiful
place, and sacred places abound. We
passed countless temples, stupa, shrines, churches and mosques. Lots of jungle and farms too!
We stopped at one roadside
stand for some coconut milk and when we got hungry, we stopped for some rotti
at a roadside stand. Damn monkeys came
out of the jungle and joined us, expecting a handout. So did a Hindu woman who preached at us about
some things I didn’t understand. She
didn’t go on too long, and Musharraf, gave her some money as we were leaving.
Our traveling companions at the four star rotti stand.
Rotti on the grill.
Rotti with nuclear chili paste.
Damn monkeys.
As we came out of the
mountains the land flattened out, and there were clusters of brush and trees
amidst some very deep grass. The grass
was trampled in places, and looked as though something had been grazing. Sure enough, we caught a few glimpses of
elephants. Cool! Also a few peacocks. I kept looking for crocodiles, but no luck.
We stopped by a large
reservoir late in the day. We bought ice
cream cones for everyone from a guy with an ice cream tuktuk. We watched fishermen in their boats and a
family taking care of laundry and bathing in the lake. I still didn’t see any crocodiles, which was
good luck for the bathers.
Laundry and bath time
Fishing boats
No elephants in the rice fields
During the drive we talked
religion, politics, culture, business, sports, family, food, and most anything
else that came to mind. It was a great
day that ended when we arrived at our lodging in Trincomalee. I promised to call when we returned to
Colombo. We’d have dinner at their
house. We bid farewell with hugs, and
looked forward to seeing them again.
Musharraf, the highway star
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Off to Sri Lanka
We’ve been here in China for
seven years. Kind of amazing when you
think about it. Obama has almost
completed two terms, and entire social trends have come and gone in the US without
my noticing. But a lot of things have
changed here, too.
Smart phones are everywhere
and almost everyone has one. Just like
everywhere in the world, you see people hunched over their devices chatting, or
surfing, or doing whatever.
Whatever.
Traffic has gotten much
worse, but drivers are a little less bad.
A few years back the head of the DMV here was busted for corruption. In order to get a driver’s license you had to
pay him an extra stipend. In return, the
driver’s test consisted of little more that fogging a mirror with your breath. Drivers have to take a fairly rigorous test
now so the competence level has risen a bit.
If you are concerned that the cherished stereotype you have regarding
Chinese drivers is no longer valid, don’t worry, they still suck, just less so.
Gas powered motorbikes have
been replaced with electric ones, and there are a lot more of these, too. The three wheeled “sanmou” taxis are gone,
outlawed, banished to smaller cities. I
miss those; they were an excellent alternative to taxis and buses.
We have Uber now, or a
Chinese version of it. (Chuber?) It’s very convenient during the late
afternoon rush hour, since that’s the time that the taxi company changes to the
evening shift. The busiest time of the
day, and they are completely absent. I
never could understand the reasoning behind that. An English friend of mine, who has been
doing business here for many years, loves to say that business decisions here
are frequently not about making money. I
think this is a pretty good example.
To use the Chuber service,
you absolutely need a Chinese person to secure the ride. It involves far too much fluency in Chinese
writing, geography, speaking, banking, and internet for any occidental to
attempt. It has greatly enhanced getting
around, though, and it’s great to see the idiot taxi company take a hit. In Guangzhou, where the taxi drivers are
especially larcenous, it’s pretty common to see a lot of empty cabs now.
Internet shopping, which only
a couple of years ago was distrusted by all but a few hearty souls, has gone
batshit crazy here.
It’s a hectic place, stuffed
with too many people and sometimes one needs a break, so we decided to head to
Sri Lanka for the winter holiday.
I was able to get an
excellent price on a flight from Hong Kong to Colombo, with only one
drawback. The first leg took us two
hours in the opposite direction to Shanghai.
It made for a longer trip.
However, we finally were going to Shanghai, the shiny, modern, model
city by the sea! The airport must rival
Hong Kong’s for cutting edge grooviness!!
Too bad we only had a 90 minute layover.
I hoped for a little time for some boutique shopping, or making the scene
in a trendy coffee shop. The reality was
jarringly different.
First of all, China Eastern
Airlines apparently is in arrears with their terminal fees since we deplaned
down a stairway to an awaiting shuttle about half a mile from the
terminal. The temperature was about 30
degrees, the air was foul and gritty, and there was a stiff 25 mph wind blowing
even more frozen, toxic fumes into our faces.
The shuttle was unheated.
Upon arriving at the
terminal, we were directed to the international transit lounge, which is a
bleak, drafty box, designed in a Cultural Revolution motif, with comfortless
seating and a vending machine that dispensed cold drinks. A view of the smoggy tarmac enhanced experience,
making the anticipation of departing that much keener.
Fortunately, our flight was
on time. We boarded another unheated
shuttle, and eventually settled into our plane, only to discover that our
upcoming seven hour flight was to be made with no personal movie service. They just had old school, miniscule, drop
down screens with a Chinese soap opera and illegible subtitles.
The high point of the flight
was the special announcement at the beginning informing passengers that they
should maintain order and behave in a civilized fashion. A long list of forbidden actions was given
which included, smoking, shouting, jostling, using cell phones, and grabbing
attendants. The announcement concluded with a warning
that extreme misbehavior would be dealt with in a legal manner. This announcement apparently is necessary to address
the numerous episodes of extreme behavior by Chinese travelers that have caused
Chinese tourists to be rated the worst in the world. I did notice that the flight staff looked
weary and stressed.
Colombo
We arrived in Colombo after
dark, so there wasn’t much to see, other than a breathtaking sunset just before
landing.
Colombo airport is a no
frills, everything you need, kind of place.
You can change money, hit an ATM, or buy a sim card. Definitely get the sim card. You will use it and it’s dirt cheap. There is a taxi booth that will arrange for a
nice, modern vehicle to take you wherever you need to go.
The car was new and
modern. This was to be our last mode of
transportation that was new and modern for a while. It even had GPS, although it was apparent
that the driver did not know how to use it, when he had trouble finding our
hotel. He had trouble finding our hotel
for quite a while, asking for directions from at least half a dozen different
tuktuk drivers. We went around many
different streets and alley-like streets.
I showed him my Google map, but map reading was a skill he lacked. He eventually lucked onto the right street, a
dark and dodgy looking place to be sure.
This was the Port View Hotel. The
clerk there seemed pretty clueless, but I showed him the printout of our paid
reservation, which seemed like enough proof for him, so he gave us a key and we
went to our room. It was really nice,
with a world class bathroom equipped with a mega shower.
Unfortunately, our room was
facing the street, which although not very busy at night, was frequented by
trucks which enjoyed honking their air horns.
I went downstairs to find that the dweeb from the previous night had
been replaced by a lovely young woman who exuded competence and who gladly
allowed us to change our room for one in the back, which proved to be much
quieter and had a deck with an interesting view of some roofs.
Our first order of business
of the day was to get to the train station to book our tickets to Trincomalee,
which is a coastal city on the other side of the island, about 360 km
away. All guidebooks and people who
travel this country insist that the old trains are the way to go. We stepped out of the hotel to a street that
was a solid river of traffic, and nothing but a row of trucks and small
warehouses on our side. I was planning
on walking to the station, but opted for a tuktuk ride instead. This was where I was to learn the first thing
about Sri Lankan communication. I told the driver where I wanted to go, and how
much I wanted to pay. He shook his
head. I told him again, and he shook his
head. I repeated myself and said,
“OK?” He said, “OK”. Sri Lankans do not nod their heads for “yes”. Instead, they shake them from side to side in
a manner similar to what most people in the world do, when they mean “no”. I was able to make this same error in
communicating a couple of more times until someone explained this anomaly to
me.
We got to the train station,
only to be told that there were no more tickets to Trincomalee for the next
day. This did not make me happy, since I
was looking forward to a train ride, and I had already booked a room
there. A tuktuk driver approached and
asked where we were going. They do this
a lot, sometimes to give a ride and sometimes just to help. People here are very friendly, and being
approached like this is common. I
explained what happened, and he told me he could arrange for a car to take us
for about $120. This was an interesting
proposal, but not one I was willing to agree to with a seedy looking guy who
was missing a few teeth that I had just met in front of a train station in a Third World city.
The fabled Colombo Fort Train Station
When we had gotten the taxi
the previous night at the airport, the man there had told us that their agency
hired cars for the day, and he put his phone number on the receipt. We headed back to the hotel, so I could give
him a call. We walked back, which was
somewhat interesting. We live in a
chaotic Asian city in China. It’s kind
of a training ground for getting around places like Colombo. When you cross the street in Zhanjiang, you
feel like you are cheating Death. In
Colombo, Death appears to have better odds.
We managed to get back to the hotel without dying, and try as I may, I
could not find the receipt with the car agency’s phone number.
I got online to research our
options, and found a recommendation of a wonderful travel agency, at a
reputable hotel that could arrange bus or car transport and I decided to give
it a try. I would prefer a nice air
conditioned bus. We got a tuktuk to the reputable hotel, and I
noticed a good dozen travel agencies across the street. We wandered across the quiet street and saw
that these were all air travel agencies.
Just as we began to recross the street, we were approached by a
well-dressed man whom we discussed our situation with. He had a tuktuk and offered to take us to the
bus station in order to help us secure our tickets. He informed us that the next day was Sri
Lanka’s Independence Day, so travel options could be limited. Arriving at the bus station we found that
this was so. The only air conditioned
buses did not leave until the following night, and I did not want to spend the
night on the bus, or the whole next day in Colombo, which was a place that was
starting to get on my nerves.
I brought up the car option,
and he informed us that he could drive us for less than the shady guy offered. We agreed to this, and decided to spend the
rest of the day getting a tour of some sites with him.
A friend of ours, who has
traveled extensively in Sri Lanka said that we must go to the Galle Face Hotel
for a cocktail, and to watch the sunset.
It’s the sort of thing Rudyard Kipling would do. We asked our guy to take us there, which
resulted in our sitting in horrifying holiday traffic for about half an
hour. He told us it would be this way
all along the waterfront, and perhaps we might want to see some different
sights. Good idea, Dude!
We first stopped at a Hindu
temple, a complete acid trip of a building, complete with a snake charmer who
offered to pose for pictures for money.
Our guide told him to piss off, but I kinda wanted to watch, even though
our Dude told me the snake was defanged and the charmer a charlatan.
He then took us to the
incredible Gangaramaya Buddhist temple.
It’s a fascinating place, overflowing with gaudy wealth---gems, statues,
gold, an old Rolls Royce. Kind of a mini
Vatican for Buddhists. There were so
many pieces of jewelry and gems that much of it was just heaped in glass cases,
and there was wealth of statuary jammed into places, not unlike an overpriced
Eastern flea market. Just as Jesus
Christ embraced poverty and eschewed worldly possessions, so did Buddha. And just like the Catholics, Buddhists love
to pile up wealth at many of their places of worship. I guess it’s just their way of saying that
they will need a few more millennia of study and prayer before they “get
it”. The irony was not lost on me.
Copper panels that require frequent polishing, an excellent meditative activity.
Nothing demonstrates a simple, holy life like sapphires.
This was a sacred elephant, apparently holy enough to stuff.
Like Oprah, Buddha's weight fluctuated.
These crows are everywhere in Colombo. This one must be sacred.
We then headed back to our
hotel, which Musharraf also had a difficult time locating, although he managed
to find it in a much quicker time than the fancy airport guy did. We arrived to find the front door locked and
a note taped to it saying to call this number.
Fortunately, I had a phone and a sim card, otherwise we would have been
stuck on a dark unsafe street in a shithole Third World neighborhood. I called, and the clerk answered the door
almost immediately. I guess he was just
in a back office enjoying some recreational internet activity. For this reason, I do not recommend the Port
View Hotel, unless you have a phone, and don’t mind being on a crappy street.
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Squatty Potties and Exploding Balloons
This year was kind of mundane, or at least as mundane as a life in Bizzaro World can be. I guess I mean that my own personal experience here has been less than thrilling. Work is good, and we moved to a nicer flat.
Flat. Since I haven't lived in the US for a while now, and have a few friends from the UK and Australia, I've started to use a few British words that roll off the tongue a little better than words like "apartment". It doesn't really matter whether I use the word "lift or "elevator" when describing how the locals use this conveyance. What matters is the lack of decorum involved. When waiting for a lift, people jostle each other and gather right in front of the door. As soon as it opens, they attempt to get on before others have a chance to get off. It's an impressive fustercluck of humanity with one crowd trying to fill a full space while the other tries to get out so there is place for the outsiders to go. Eventually, they manage to get to where they need to be, either out of the elevator, or inside it. This mob rule method of entering and exiting a lift is something that is also found at least half of automobile drivers and is the number one cause of traffic jams.
The new flat is nice. It's only on the third floor, and was designed by a person who utilized "logic", and had some notion of aesthetics. It also has a squatty potty.
Our old place had a western toilet. Western toilets are generally preferred by Westerners, since that is what they grew up using, but I'm more of a "traditionalist" when it comes to this matter (traditional in a hunter-gatherer kind of way). I've never been one of those take a magazine into the loo kind of guys. I like my business done in a brisk, efficient kind of manner, and I have good knees, so squatting works to my liking.
There's also the matter of Western toilets adapted to Chinese infrastructure that makes them less appealing. For starters, when a throne is installed, it's usually just plopped on top of an existing squatter with some silicone sealant around the bottom to more or less secure it to the floor. This makes for easy clogging, which is made even more adventurous, since plungers are a scarce commodity here.
The second drawback is the fact that everywhere I've lived has been in a somewhat older building with shoddy plumbing. Rust particles end up clogging the fine little valves and fouling the other moving parts in the tank, which result in slow fillings, faulty flushes, and more clogging. I've had enough of this pathetic attempt at trying to introduce unnecessary modernity to a basic biological function.
The Western world is becoming more attuned to how using a throne to poop is not necessarily the best way to get the job done. An American company has come out with a simple device to put you into a more "natural" position. It's called "Squatty Potty".
The Western world is becoming more attuned to how using a throne to poop is not necessarily the best way to get the job done. An American company has come out with a simple device to put you into a more "natural" position. It's called "Squatty Potty".
That's the high point of my year, getting an authentic Chinese toilet, but things have been much more eventful for the country itself.
There has been the less than thrilling ride of the stock market, a massive chemical explosion, a massive mountain of construction debris collapse, and horrific air pollution. None of that happened where I live, but I don't really need that kind of excitement in my life. We get some smoggy days, although the level of pollution on a bad day here would be considered OK in Beijing.
There was an unfortunate local incident that happened at an event for preschool kids that happened nearby at the end of the year. The company that I used to work for, that has several kindergartens, had a big sports event involving all their schools. It was held at a high school sports field a block away from here. I was invited, but due to laziness I opted out. Look what I missed! (You can use Google translate to get the gist of what happened). Apparently there were a bunch of balloons filled with hydrogen that exploded when they were ignited accidentally by a father, who was smoking. It's bad enough that the guy was smoking around a bunch of preschoolers, they do it all the time here, it also caused a bunch of people to get burned.
After much inquiry, I discovered that filling kids balloons with hydrogen is a common practice here because it is cheaper than helium. It also does this:
Needless to say, the few bucks saved using cheap gas is dwarfed by the medical and legal bills ahead, as well as the damage to their reputation.
During holidays and at festive venues you often see someone selling balloons. I'm giving them a wide berth in the future.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Typhoons Are Not for Sissies
Typhoon Mujigae
We've been through numerous tropical weather events here. There have been enough that they seem pretty old hat. You lay in some food and recreational beverages, fill some extra water jugs, and make sure the flashlights work. This storm was categorized as a tropical storm, and would fluctuate between that and a category 1 typhoon as it made its way here. It looked pretty mundane, the forecast called for a few inches of rain and wind gusts up to 80 mph. Nothing special, a day spent indoors watching movies, a day for cleanup, then off to the beaches!
Typhoon Mujigae (the name means "Sneaky Asshole") arrived Sunday morning. Our new flat is on the third floor of an eight story walk up nestled snugly among other buildings and is pretty sheltered, so we didn't have a great view as to what was going on, although we could see that this storm was exceeding expectations. Trees were bending over nicely and there was a lovely chorus of e-bike and car alarms which always go off in high winds. A friend of ours, who has a much nicer view from an eighth floor apartment was sending us videos of the mayhem, with lots of debris flying around.
At 12:30 the power went down. It was dark. The two lovely flowering trees in our courtyard were looking sad. The big one was down and the smaller one had pretty much disintegrated. There was a period of calm as the eye of the storm passed over. Our friend went out and took some photos which he sent to us. I urged him not to stay out too long. He got back home in time to watch one of his windows get blown in.
We got out a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle, since it didn't look like we'd be watching any movies that day. It turned out we weren't going to be watching any movies for several days.
At the time, we didn't realize just how bad it really was. We were in contact with friends via phone, and knew that everyone had no power or water.
The next morning I went out to view the damage and to get some easy to cook food. We live near a pedestrian street which, for the holiday, had dozens of vendors in tents selling BBQ, various foods, cheapo toys and other gimcrack. Or at least they were up until the typhoon struck.
A friend let us know, the day after, that the authorities said we might not have water or power for four days. It was time to go into urban tropical camping mode. I was a little concerned. How would people here react to this? Were they as prepared as we were? Did they have enough water? Would there be riots?
We fortunately had gas, so cooking was not a problem. We also had enough water, as long as we kept squatty potty flushing only for #2 events. We were mostly out of touch with friends, since the phone service was completely overloaded. We managed a few text messages now and then. I kept my phone mostly off to preserve the battery. I read a real book, reserving Kindle for nights.
It was sticky and steamy. Fortunately our flat has good ventilation, so what little breeze we had, managed to make it through.
We got out a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle, since it didn't look like we'd be watching any movies that day. It turned out we weren't going to be watching any movies for several days.
The next morning I went out to view the damage and to get some easy to cook food. We live near a pedestrian street which, for the holiday, had dozens of vendors in tents selling BBQ, various foods, cheapo toys and other gimcrack. Or at least they were up until the typhoon struck.
The day before the typhoon and all is fine.
Mmmm, not so fine...
Enterprising lady selling chestnuts amid the disaster.
The regular cleaning crew awaiting instruction. It was going to be a long week.
Our street.
"It ties the room together."
We fortunately had gas, so cooking was not a problem. We also had enough water, as long as we kept squatty potty flushing only for #2 events. We were mostly out of touch with friends, since the phone service was completely overloaded. We managed a few text messages now and then. I kept my phone mostly off to preserve the battery. I read a real book, reserving Kindle for nights.
It was sticky and steamy. Fortunately our flat has good ventilation, so what little breeze we had, managed to make it through.
The worst times were after dark. Our bedrooms face a high rise apartment building. They ran generators to keep the elevators working. The lobby was lit, and this attracted people. Chinese people in groups have only one volume for normal conversation, a kind of low volume shouting. It doesn't matter what time it is, or where they are. 1 am is not too late for some group confab when you are recovering from a natural disaster. Someone eventually figured out that if they turned the generators off, that the crowd would disperse, and they did. However, since it also gets extra muggy at night here, sleep was less than satisfying.
The third evening after the storm, the power came on. Oh, joy! I plugged in all electronics, turned on the air conditioning, and saw that the internet was working. I got a couple of emails off and read about the storm. There were tornadoes, and utility crews from all over the province were working to get power and water restored. Then the power went off.
It came on again the next morning. And then went off. It came on again in the afternoon. And went off. It came on in the evening, and we turned the AC on in our bedrooms set at really cold temperatures so that when it went off again we could keep the windows closed so we didn't have to listen to the convershouting next door. It did go off, but we could at least sleep with windows closed.
The power finally came on for good the next day, so we were able to have a comfy temperature inside, but still no water. Our friends in various locations in the city were having mixed luck as well. You could take a bucket to a nearby building, which did have water, if you needed to. During one morning deluge, I managed to fill a large bucket with water from a downspout from the roof. It's always nice to have an extra flush or two. The loo was getting a pretty nice pissy smell, although with the power restored we could at least keep the exhaust fan on.
On Wednesday a friend called to joyfully declare that he had water. We should be getting ours soon. I saw that the building next door did too, as indicated by the large amounts of laundry hanging from the windows.
Thursday came around and still no water. We were greasy, sticky and stinky. Our friend offered us his shower, so in the midday heat, we strolled over to his place, climbed stairs to the eighth floor and went in only to find that the power and water were off.
However, there was water on in the apartment that we use as a classroom, so we managed a shower a shave in the crappy shower there. That was good, since I had a class that evening, and I did not want to subject the tykes to my disgusting, barbaric self.
On Friday we finally got water. For some reason there are two sources of water in our place. The laundry room had no water. We do have a top loading machine, so we hauled water back there to do some laundry, and both took showers. I began to get ready for the epic cleaning job ahead of me. Then we lost water. It came back on a few hours later, and I filled some big jugs again, just in case. We did the epic cleaning and finished just in time for the water to go off again.
The water eventually came back on for good, as well as the laundry room water the next day. After wallowing in our own filth for a week, life is more or less back to normal.
This storm took everyone by surprise with its severity. It was the worst typhoon to hit the area since 1996. The damage to crops, and infrastructure is massive. There were some injuries and deaths, mostly to people who should have been inside. But people here are resilient. Most of the trees around here have been trimmed and propped back up. They always make a pretty good comeback. Trash and debris have been removed. Businesses are open and windows are being replaced. It's a good time to be in the window business.
Bottled drinking water was available immediately, and to the small local store owners' credit, there was no price gouging that I observed.
By next typhoon season I want to add a few things to my survival kit including an LED lantern and another jigsaw puzzle. Maybe a couple of more big buckets.
I had enough vodka, though!
A few parting shots from the news:
The third evening after the storm, the power came on. Oh, joy! I plugged in all electronics, turned on the air conditioning, and saw that the internet was working. I got a couple of emails off and read about the storm. There were tornadoes, and utility crews from all over the province were working to get power and water restored. Then the power went off.
It came on again the next morning. And then went off. It came on again in the afternoon. And went off. It came on in the evening, and we turned the AC on in our bedrooms set at really cold temperatures so that when it went off again we could keep the windows closed so we didn't have to listen to the convershouting next door. It did go off, but we could at least sleep with windows closed.
The power finally came on for good the next day, so we were able to have a comfy temperature inside, but still no water. Our friends in various locations in the city were having mixed luck as well. You could take a bucket to a nearby building, which did have water, if you needed to. During one morning deluge, I managed to fill a large bucket with water from a downspout from the roof. It's always nice to have an extra flush or two. The loo was getting a pretty nice pissy smell, although with the power restored we could at least keep the exhaust fan on.
On Wednesday a friend called to joyfully declare that he had water. We should be getting ours soon. I saw that the building next door did too, as indicated by the large amounts of laundry hanging from the windows.
Thursday came around and still no water. We were greasy, sticky and stinky. Our friend offered us his shower, so in the midday heat, we strolled over to his place, climbed stairs to the eighth floor and went in only to find that the power and water were off.
However, there was water on in the apartment that we use as a classroom, so we managed a shower a shave in the crappy shower there. That was good, since I had a class that evening, and I did not want to subject the tykes to my disgusting, barbaric self.
On Friday we finally got water. For some reason there are two sources of water in our place. The laundry room had no water. We do have a top loading machine, so we hauled water back there to do some laundry, and both took showers. I began to get ready for the epic cleaning job ahead of me. Then we lost water. It came back on a few hours later, and I filled some big jugs again, just in case. We did the epic cleaning and finished just in time for the water to go off again.
The water eventually came back on for good, as well as the laundry room water the next day. After wallowing in our own filth for a week, life is more or less back to normal.
This storm took everyone by surprise with its severity. It was the worst typhoon to hit the area since 1996. The damage to crops, and infrastructure is massive. There were some injuries and deaths, mostly to people who should have been inside. But people here are resilient. Most of the trees around here have been trimmed and propped back up. They always make a pretty good comeback. Trash and debris have been removed. Businesses are open and windows are being replaced. It's a good time to be in the window business.
Bottled drinking water was available immediately, and to the small local store owners' credit, there was no price gouging that I observed.
By next typhoon season I want to add a few things to my survival kit including an LED lantern and another jigsaw puzzle. Maybe a couple of more big buckets.
I had enough vodka, though!
A few parting shots from the news:
Fishing boats
The new sports stadium across the bay.
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