sailing experience

On board the corporate van ─ approximately twenty of us ─ we squeezed ourselves inside and struggled mightily against the above-knee-high-flood along the streets outside the office. The rainstorm last night was not a first time encounter here though. Back in January, I also had same drenching experience with an unexpected downpour, except that this time we were able to reach home, less dripping.

In minutes, the water level rose high very fast until the floor was almost invisible. The murky brown flood surrounding us was terrifying. I thought the engine would break after the waters started coming inside the muffler. Had it been so, we would be required to either saunter the flooded avenues or wait inside the car until morning, miserably stranded on the road. Everyone remained hopeful even after discovering that no gasoline station was willing to load up. The bad thing was we needed to head back to office because the van seriously was losing fuel. All patiently waited until the car was ready to “sail” again. Past ten o’clock then when we were called to embark and have another try. Regular travel period from office off to our destination was supposed to be less than twenty minutes ─ last night it was more than four hours!

After the long trail, I finally reached home. Exhausting it was! Should I become a local officer, I would decide to make my hometown, Antipolo, a business district area too where no flood is expected to bring inconvenience and life-threatening incident to anyone.

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