My First Typhoon

Yesterday Da Nang was hit by tropical storm Vancom, which sounds hella scary, and it times it was.

Apparently yesterday’s tropical storm was expected to be a lot worse, and that what we experienced yesterday was a mere fraction of what is yet to come as monsoon season unpacks its boxes, gets a key cut and moves itself into Da Nang for the long haul.

But as a Brit, my experience with extreme weather varies from 2 inches of snow to a few roof tiles being blown off. So it’s fair to say I was a little nervous.


We were sent home early from work, to give us time to get safely indoors, but the bad weather had already started and we had to get our motorbikes back home.

Slowly we went, and through the flooded streets and the sheets of rain, it was hard work. The roads were congested as everyone with the same plan as us faced the same struggles. The ten minute journey doubled in length, and turning a corner the wind hit me for six. I stopped where I was, and was luckily able to stay standing, but the last minute of my journey was spent hugging the building on the pavement, just to get safely into our indoor garage.

Through both a rain mac and a poncho I was sodden – but I was home.

When we arrived at the flat there was no power, but after about an hour it returned, and I took this opportunity to cook as many meals as possible in case that was only temporary. (The bad power supply to my village has clearly trained me well)

I spent the rest of the storm warmly ensconced in a cafe in the building watching the winds test Da Nang’s infrastructure, there was no way I was going outside.

A particularly surprising and weird site was the collection of people waiting by the side of the lake. They were genuinely waiting to catch fish that were flying out of the lake in the wind.

The worst of the storm had passed by the time night fell, and it really wasn’t as bad as I had expected. Once I was safely inside I had nothing to worry about.

This morning the clear-up was underway and by the afternoon it was as if nothing had happened (That’s how a storm clear-up is done England)

My Desk (I work on the 9th Floor)

So this time wasn’t too bad, but I’m not looking forward to them getting worse.

Hẹn gặp lại!

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