Underwater

While I was in the internet cafe constructing my last couple of posts, it began to monsoon. It rained so hard that the soi flooded ten inches deep right outside. Although the cafe was a step up, every time a taxi passed by it sent a wave of foul water rolling under the door.

The girl manning the cafe freaked out, understandably so, and began to use a dustpan to scoop water into a large bucket and then dump it down the bathroom drain. Bryson and I helped her lift a few ground-level computers on top of a desk. We stayed inside until I started having electrocution fears. Then we ventured outside.

The rain had subsided some, but we had to splash through water well over our ankles to get back to our hotel, a ten minute slosh away. Periodically a great clap of lightning would shatter through the sky, in a fabulous jagged arc, triggering shouts and hollers from all the late-night backpackers. Brilliant night. I'm glad I've had both my hepatitis shots; that was some nasty water.