The aftermath at home - lucky lucky

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.

Looking up at our house from the road.  Railings intact, and even the worm farm somehow survived, unmoved.

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?

Our driveway, as always, closed off by the disastrous rubber tree.

One of our big trees came down, fortunately not in the direction of the house.

Portrait opportunities abound; Pieter Schats at the bottom of the driveway surveying the chewed up foliage.

The road at the bottom of the driveway - people walking up, wondering when they are going to get out.

The cars, those valuable and vulnerable things, a couple of the most minor dings, and a smattering of chewed up leaves.

Waiting for Typhoon Mangkhut.

It's an uneasy time, waiting for a big hurricane.  The light is different, wonderful, strange, and the calm is punctuated with sudden gusts that don't seem to fit all the other tranquility. Disquiet comes slowly to the sea, swell, whitecaps eventually.

Holly joining me for coffee in the early morning light.

Ange on her way out - conversations about lists of things to do to.  If it sticks to it's current track,
the wind will come directly off the sea onto our balcony.

By the late afternoon (after watching the Bok win against the All Blacks :-) in New Zealand nogal)
the clouds are starting to build and move across the sky.  Everything that can go from the patio has,
the outdoor sofa will be last to go in.

Back in play

7 am this morning found Ev and myself on the KGV pitch for his first game of the season.  As it happens, they got soundly beaten - but that's the cool thing about being a goalkeeper; your team is either dishing it out and you are quiet, or on the receiving end and you are busy.  Up-sides all round.

Ev in his new kit, kickoff about to happen.  It's a pretty stylish kit, I think.  Has a retro style in some way.

In action in the box - a busy busy day in goal.  I think he had a jol.

Heading back down the alley to the car, and home to get ready for tomorrow's typhoon.

Dylan

Double inactivity

It's rained more than 700mm this month so far - and I may be missing a piece or two of that collection.  On average it rains 604mm per year in Joburg, a shade over Pretoria's 573mm.  And it's busy with that now, pouring down, going for the big score, pushing towards the end of the month.  So, with sore jaw and neck I join the others in this tiny but lovely space - screens a-buzzing, camera a-clicking, listening to Neil Young thinking of my mate Sean O'Connor.

The family stone

I think I mentioned to you that over some period of time I grew a formidable salivary gland stone.  It seems the weirdest thing - literally had never heard of it before - and it had to be surgically removed when I got back to Hong Kong.  Did I mention to you that my grandfather, your great grandfather, Barry had one - and my Auntie Jen told me that when his was removed his facial nerve was damaged, which left him with the rakish smile that I remember him having.  He was such a cool person, the smile was perfect.  Anyway, I duly showed up for the knife job, which was performed through the neck, removing the whole gland (it's one of four, so apparently no big deal).  Got let out of the hospital on Wednesday when the drain came out of my neck.  They gave me the CT scans - so it was the first time that I actually saw the problem... how hectic is this little face traveling meteorite?

Back in play...