Near Miss

Almost naturally, people gathered into groups on the main floor and started to make small talk. I can only describe the look on peoples faces as simular to that of a drowning person, plain panic. Rumors float around the room in a rainbow of languages.

Our little group consists of Me, Linz, Robert from Aus and his Thai wife Kun and son James. Kun can speak Thai which is a major assett.

The streets are empty as the sky begins to crack with a mighty and thunderious assault. Some people are literally heading for the hills, but with the lightening that could be just as dangerious. We decide to climb to the 4th floor.

In my head I laugh at how math has suddenly become applicable. Rob and I do some quick calculations to see if we are high enough. Imagine if you found yourself looking at this question on a grade nine test:
You are trying to excape a Tsunami. A Mag 8.0 earthquake will produce a 10 meter wave, with one meter for every 1.0 after that. You are trying to escape a 8.9 and are 4 floors up. Do you survive?

With a small group of others we reach the top of building 5. Mothers and Childern are crying. Someone put their 10-year-old in a lifevest, naturally hes hysteric.

I take it upon myself to try to calm everyone down. First move- Unleash the beer in my pack. Second move- don some fancy hotel slippers and make some small talk.

I offer everyone who looks interested some beer, including the kid who’s wearing the lifevest and start to play paper games with James. We invite the other kids but their parients are busy wispering them goodbyes.

For the next 4 or 5 hours we post up in a room with 10 guests as the sky murders the grouind with lightening and rain.No wave ever came.

I guess the old man in the tuk-tuk was right.

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