Our first Typhoon 8 in Hong Kong came noisily knocking on our windows in the early hours of this morning. Up on the 36th floor, we heard and felt every aggressive and relentless turn. Winds were howling, rain was pounding, doors were slamming, windows were shaking. It was as though some form of possessed being had a century-old bone to pick with the city, and it wasn't going to pass without making sure we all knew it, we all felt it.
A Typhoon 8 is the city's cue to stop. No one drives on the roads, no one walks the streets, no one goes to work. It is a welcome excuse to bunker down at home, cook up a feast, watch some DVDs and enjoy a guilt free day away from the everyday slog. That is, unless, you too are possessed by some intangible force and cannot tear yourself away from the trading floor. Ahem.
4 comments:
Aw no, he wasn't a spoilsport was he?! I think that storm must've skirted by us the night before - we're ground floor so were to be found desperately bailing out the patio at 3am (we've so very nearly flooded more than once during monsoon season!) while the wind whipped through the palm trees. Never a dull moment...
Blimey Bridget, I bet that's quite scary being so high up in that weather.
Sounds scary...keep safe + cozy
claudia xo
what a cool photo. stay safe!
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