Ondot Flood

Ondoy Flood
photos at
picasaweb.google.com/gbrun77/Rp09
www.flickr.com/photos/43181710@N07/



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No sign or expectation of official help. The local guys rigged ropes and carried children on their backs. The youngest infant, Kimberly, floated across in a Plangana.
Floods reached the ceiling of the 2nd floor.

I heard there were 2 old men trapped. One turned up on our roof.
We ripped the roofing iron off the bext house and plucked out a buntis (pregnant)
girl and her mother.
One important thing in a flood is cigarettes. local boys good swimmers, would take orders. Sort of a taske-out calamity

Ideally you would have zip-lock bags, or tie plastic bags tight. My phone the only casuality.


At one point I was crouching, alone in heavy rain, barefoot, in a large expanse of rooftops, at night, power blackout, dim light from distant city skyglow.
Not sure if my wife was rescued.

I stood up and shouted "how the fuck do I get off this roof?"

A guy arrived and led me to a rooftop refuge, a few guys under beach umbrellas and a tarp, just a couple of roofs away.

"You're a survivor" they shouted gleefully. "want coffee?, noodles?" they had a gas burner there. My wife turned up, called me away, fraternising with strangers not popular...

A few roofs away was a banka, a long plastic canoe, holding 4. Locals had rigged long ropes. We hauled the banka a few hundren metres, finally beached where the street met the flood. Stunned onlookers, barefoot through the streets to Kuya Birds house.



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