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Our plane landed on the big island in Palau last night a little after midnight. This was after a few other horrific customer service experiences with United Airlines, the details of which I won't bore you with you now. Rest assured, United Airlines is not interested in repeat customers in this part of the world.
To get home from the airport, we have to drive across a couple of different islands. Fortunately since the typhoon mostly missed Palau, the bridges and causeways connecting the islands were basically unharmed. Yet, incredibly heavy winds and rains still plowed through the country and left a mark.
It was very ominous driving through Palau in the dark last night, surveying the damage of a now quiet scene that wasn't so quiet just a few hours before. The power was still out across most of the country we saw and pieces of untamed jungle covered the roads, causing us to weave back and forth to dodge collisions.
The government had instigated a curfew and some police lined the main road to act as curfew-enforcement and, probably, to make sure no shenanigans were taking place in the powerless city. It was like high school all over again. Only this time I'm going through puberty. (I hope!)
Our apartment was secure and sustained no real damage in the storm. Before we left we had pulled almost everything from our balcony into the apartment to protect it from the incoming storm. I say "almost everything" because there was one thing we decidedly left outside and secretly hoped would be blown away in the storm. A garbage can that had just become the nesting spot for a bunch of maggots. We had planned to do something about it before leaving but it gave way to more important things. Like taking naps and watching Jan Terri videos on Youtube. We left a key with our well-meaning neighbor who, very unfortunately, pulled the bin into our apartment yesterday just before the storm hit.
Pandemonium struck when we opened the apartment door and saw it inside. Things were said. Feelings were hurt. Dreams were shattered.
It wasn't until the morning that we saw the extent to which the winds pillaged the surrounding landscape. A large hill that neighbors the one we live on and is usually covered in dense jungle looks now like it has been poorly shaved with hair clippers. It reminds me of a haircut I gave my little sister when I was six and successfully convinced her to tell Bob and Cathie that she did it herself. One that, still, to this day, she has not thanked me for.
I got a text from a co-worker this morning just after I walked out the door to head to work that the courthouse would be closed today while maintenance cleaned up the area. We also got word that some fellow church members were trying to clean up the Mormon church grounds from the storm, as well as help at a few houses that had been badly damaged.
The church building has an incredible little garden behind it with lush tropical fruit trees and bushes. It looks like Jurassic Park back there. But with way fewer people getting eaten.
We showed up to lend a hand and were thoroughly covered in mud from head to toe within 5 minutes. A torrential rain storm that blew through during the cleanup washed our mud away momentarily, but within a few more minutes, we had a gained a new layer.
You know what the best way to spend your surprise day off is? Chopping down banana trees with a machete after a typhoon.
You know what the worst was to spend your surprise day off is? Repeatedly slipping on a muddy hill and sliding to the bottom with the wind knocked out of you while holding onto a wheel barrel that is now shedding all of the tree limbs and leaves you worked so hard to stack inside of it.
So, it was a wash.
Now I'm in travel/machete/it's too hot and I live on a tropical island recovery, resting at home to the sounds of Christmas music, which is making me miss decorating for Christmas with Cathie like I try to do most every year.
But I can't rest too well as we now seem to have a fly infestation.
~It Just Gets Stranger
|Eli McCann: working|
|Daniel, hacking into a coconut with a machete.|
|Eli McCann, improperly holding a machete. Almost losing his life.|
|Daniel, going bananas! (Ugh. I hate myself for writing that).|
|This is what remains of the previously VERY dense and lush jungle-garden. Now we can see through it to the water. It's very sad. But the view is nice.|