To be honest, these pictures are not that interesting; piles of bush bent and buckled, tangled green with washed brown; inspiration for camouflage perhaps. This is by far the biggest storm that I have ever experienced, or would ever want to experience. The people who measure these things say its the biggest storm ever to have hit Hong Kong - and it went past 100+ kilometers to the South. It smells interesting too, for the time-being, like spicy cut grass, very fresh and alive. Later it will smell like that, but going off. The little concrete box that is 89 Sheung Sze Wan stood its ground most admirably. Nothing broke, unpenetrated. And I touch wood to say that I guess that's how it will remain; something about the shape of the land, the steep slope behind, and the berm-shaped lip of earth and bush in front seems to successfully steer everything past or over.
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| Looking up at our house from the road. Railings intact, and even the worm farm somehow survived, unmoved. |
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Paul and Sarah's roof in the trees above the slope, punched through and held nicely. Going to be an interesting
activity getting that down, steel frame, aluminum sandwich. Cut it up and piece by piece? |
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| Our driveway, as always, closed off by the disastrous rubber tree. |
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| One of our big trees came down, fortunately not in the direction of the house. |
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| Portrait opportunities abound; Pieter Schats at the bottom of the driveway surveying the chewed up foliage. |
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| The road at the bottom of the driveway - people walking up, wondering when they are going to get out. |
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| The cars, those valuable and vulnerable things, a couple of the most minor dings, and a smattering of chewed up leaves. |
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