Meanwhile, far south of The Wall. . .
The Wall as seen from the south
Yesterday morning it was frizzling hot—you could feel your hair curling as you stepped out of the shower. Whenever we opened the door to the stairs we were slapped in the face by a blast of warm air.
After lunch it got dark suddenly, almost We-forgot-to-pay-Meralco dark, then we heard thunder in the distance but it did not herald the appearance of Chris Hemsworth alas. It started to rain. The drops hitting the baked pavement sizzled and produced the fug old people used to warn us about (“Hala may singaw baka sipunin ka!”).
Two hours later we were driving through Remedios, Malate when we came upon the last thing one expects in the dead of summer: a flood. Six to eight inches of water on Nakpil. It hadn’t rained that much but the drains were clogged, apparently, and the pedicabs were sloshing about with half their tires underwater.
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May 2nd, 2012 at 06:18
Until yesterday, I never knew that it was “traditional” to have rains on May 1. (Friends were commenting on Facebook how it never failed, every year.) Either I’m not very observant these past-almost 4 decades, or waiting for rain ranks as one of the highest things on my Boring Activities list.