Articles tagged with: fire
Day Sixteen – Super Typhoon Yolanda
After my morning of running errands yesterday (buying alcohol fuel for my stove and food), my plans were to go out with my camera. However, it continued to rain, and there wasn’t much point to it. I hung out at the pension house drinking coffee, reading, making something to eat, and trying desperately to endure the children. I eventually had to lay down some ground …
Days Fourteen & Fifteen – Super Typhoon Yolanda
Dan did manage to contact his friend the bicycle mechanic. This fellow works at the Bohol bicycle shop, and Dan arranged to be the very first customer on Monday morning when they plan to open their doors. He offered to go there with me and help me get my bike into the system to be worked on as soon as possible. The plan is to …
Day Eleven – Super Typhoon Yolanda
My experience of the typhoon continues to deepen, as yesterday I had the opportunity to go out with a Bureau of Fire Protection (BFP) team as they retrieved bodies. Members of the BFP are staying at this pension house with me, and it was they that they suggested I go along. I’m not sure that I would have had the nerve to ask to accompany …
Day Eight – Super-Typhoon Yolanda
It rained a great deal during the night, but the sun has come up this morning in clear skies. It remains to be seen if the rain will hold off during the day.
The rest of the afternoon and evening yesterday was spent relaxing and caring for my various wounds. Almost every task was difficult as I kept coming up against the injured finger on my …
Days Six & Seven – Super Typhoon Yolanda
This day began without my usual pounding heart. The hotel has filled with people – including several children and 14 fire fighters – and life is beginning to feel not normal but something similar. I can hear the children playing outside and I can hear some neighbors building a fire and washing pots. I can even hear the engine of a motorcycle going past on …
Photo Walkabout and Karaoke Horror
It’s 6:30 p.m., an unusual time for me to fire up the NEO, but I have been ambushed by the horror of the Philippines once more: karaoke. I don’t know how people in this country can live like this. I find the tension is like living on top of an armed nuclear weapon. You never know when the darn thing will go off. It can …
At the Barangay Captain’s House in Lawaan
I don’t know where these moods come from, but as I left from Guiuan, I could feel that I was irritable. Perhaps it was because I left without breakfast. I had only a cup of coffee and two buns. I thought that would be enough to get me to a town where I could have a meal. However, things just didn’t work out meal-wise, and …
A Walk to the Weather Radar Station
I had plans to leave Guiuan yesterday, but I woke up to rain and it continued to rain off and on all day. Today, the skies are clear and blue, so the plan is to leave in an hour or two.
After I had breakfast yesterday morning (at Sanley Express Meals again), there was a break in the rain and I set off on foot to …