Be somewhere safe. Not walking the streets in the midst of it all.
Well, had I been informed that there was a cyclone in town, I would have stayed home. I didn’t. I headed out of the house around 11am with only the sky drizzling on my umbrella. By the time I got to Park street around 12:30pm, the wind was crazy. I looked up at the intersection at this giant billboard and saw that the canvas was laying on some power lines… and then metal sheets were crashing to the sidewalk right next to where I needed to go. I lived. The darn wind broke my umbrella so I got extremely soaked.
Within a two minute time span of one of the guys on the team walking down a street and when I did, a giant tree fell on two cars. Luckily, he and I walked together to find out that the business was closed and just had to return back home. A lady we know saw an auto rickshaw driver get killed by a tree. Not the safest day. The bus on the way home had to turn around and then we just stood there for about 45 minutes. I read. A World Without Poverty… good book. Now the cover has a messed up outside where I placed my fingers to grab it and the soaked cover came with it. Who would have thought a cyclone was coming?
In other news, Wednesday morning brought about a few great conversations. Other than seeing amazing volunteer girls that I hadn’t seen in awhile, I met a new people. They are here with a YWAM school thing. I was putting away my bags when Elise, the leader, just happened to be in the room. Her group was in Cape Town, South Africa, studying before coming to India… I was fascinated. Hearing her talk about what they do, the people they minister to, the need… was brilliant. They have such a need with young females. Later, I talked with one of the guys in the group that has lived in South Africa his whole life. “You will love the culture, the beauty, the people… everything!” Such a desire to go…
I have to catch the bus back to the village and should have left five minutes ago… Lator Tators!