06 February 2012
17 January 2012
15 January 2012
food on the brain (and on-the-go)
12 January 2012
No more water, please.
We were among the lucky ones whose lives were only momentarily upended by the devastation of recent flooding, but for many who have lost homes, property, lifestyles, it is a continuing battle to get back to the way life was. In some cases, they are just starting from scratch: rebuilding homes, trying to recreate their previous life or perhaps start a fresh one.
The Thai people are quite adept at picking up and getting back to life. Streets are once again full of vendors. Food and bottled water are plentifully stocked. Sandbags still litter the sidewalks of some spots around the city, almost as if their owners aren't sure if they should keep them 'just in case.' Chatter has turned back to the weather and politics. No longer am i approached with the line 'are you flooded yet?'
This is what lay in front of me as i sat down to lunch the other day. A perfect sum-up of the way that the people here get right back to the important things. So here we are. The beginning of a new year: laughing, fat and dancing.
17 October 2011
The View from Here, Part II (Flood Edition)
Needless to say, I’ve been absent again. Life and other such silly things just seem to take over. It is easier to say you are going to write often, than to actually sit down and do it. I haven’t even turned on my computer in weeks.
Each day, as I drive the bridge over the Chao Phraya River, I am ever curious about the level of the rising water. In my years here, I have never seen it so high. It seems that the boats could just float over land at that height. These past weeks (and months, for some) in Thailand have been very wet. Bangkok, until recently, has been spared the brunt of the flood damage. But, if you look closely, it is not so true. Central commercial and business areas are still dry, but those that live along the river are already living in semi-submerged conditions. So, today, instead of driving, I took a walk over the bridge, so I could have a closer look, and here is what I saw:
makeshift walkway, fishing |
walking home, mop in hand |
houses along the river, usually well above water, not so anymore |
water up to here |
inches of water already entering riverside homes |
sandbags, tarps and property off the ground |
debris and after-effects, the most dangerous part |
A few blocks inland from the river, it is dry and you can see sandbags and small walls being built to protect from (or at least stall) the potential waters and inundation of homes and businesses.
makeshift 'mini' flood walls encroach on the sidewalk |
others choose sandbags as their line of defense |
Folks in our neighborhood are quietly going about their lives. There is no huge influx of sandbags or small concrete curbs being built around houses. There is a quiet confidence that our neighborhood won’t be touched, but this is also a very typical Thai ‘mai pen rai’ (don’t worry) attitude towards life that I find hard to adopt (in these circumstances – and based on my character, of course!). I have moved important items to higher ground and have allowed myself to consider that my house could take on water, if our neighborhood does not escape the waters that are circumventing the central city.
Most interesting is seeing how people deal with items of value (and WHAT items they value) when forced with the idea of evacuating their homes (or in many cases – forced evacuation). I have seen cars being wrapped in waterproof jackets, lifted up on blocks or even taken to higher ground for protection. Today, on my walk, I saw a pile of household items sitting on a rooftop, above flood waters below, almost as if being placed on a high shelf. Included in the pile were: a motorcycle helmet, a walker and a number of other random items – seemingly unimportant to me, but obviously not so for those who are trying to save them from being damaged or swept away.
items on a rooftop, escaping the water below |
It made me think about what I would put on that rooftop, if it were my home that was under water. Family, of course, would be first. Then as I looked around the house, I realized that most items, both everyday and minimally used, were actually quite dispensable. It’s sad, but true. I don’t need my television or computer. I don’t need my books. I don’t need my coffee pot (I may take that back, later). I don’t need my jewelry (well, not all of it).
So, I decided to pack a (waterproof) bag – mostly mental, but potentially very real, if needed in the next days. This is what I would put inside:
It’s not that I wouldn’t want to keep books and pictures and kid drawings and files and clothes and jewelry. It is simply clear, when faced with an 'only-can-hold-so-much' bag, that they are not necessary and I can get new ones (or better ones) if I ever have the need. I have no doubt that the kids will continue to draw cute pictures and they will continue to make funny faces for new photographs (and besides, those were already scanned and are living on that little jump drive in the pic above).
For now, this is our neighborhood:
dry today (and hopefully permanently) |
And this is us:
boots at the ready, but ideally not needed |
So, in the next few days and weeks, I hope it will stay this way and our boots will remain fashion accessories for running around the yard. If lucky, my bag will stay at home where it is currently housed, without needing to be our rescue pack. But, don't think it isn't stashed away on the second floor. Not taking any chances.
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