Earlier this week, after that incident with the taxi, Filipinos braved a somewhat familiar situation: The overflowing creeks and sewers from the deluge of water from the heavens. Once again we got stumped by the sheer stupidity of not taking an umbrella to work ( mine was borrowed and never returned, and I liked that umbrella) and joined the throng of humans and rats trying to stay dry, which is futile, considering the amount of rain that poured.
Come morning, lookie-looky, everything’s just like a scene from Frank Herbert‘s The Lazarus Effect, and my thoughts return to my comfy bed and and some hot soup. But we all have to work so, banish the thought and put on that jacket.
It’s amazing, how a few days of rainfall can transform Metro Manila into a Tropical Vacation Paradise, with that’s missing are the Pinacoladas and some beach umbrellas. The government should capitalize on this and start marketing the place as an impromptu wading resort, all those cute little water toys floating everywhere, with added attractions like leptospirosis and stinky feet syndrome, not to mention the musty smell of your clothes if left untended after walking through the rain.
The office, bless the gods, is higher up Pasay Road, and thankfully, falls into the category of beach, nut with geisers rising from manhole covers and the smell of sewage permeates the air, more intrusive than cigarette smoke and stale beer combined.
On the other hand, looks like the water crisis is abated, with the 3 meter rise in water levels on most dams where we get our drinking water. And still rising, causing some minor dams to discharge the overflow into the nearby towns and communities, ergo, more flooded places than before.
I love the rain.