“What are you doing with all those carrots?” Luke says to me whilst typhoon-shopping.
“Stocking up on typhoon food,” I say, “I don’t want to be trapped in our apartment with no veggies!”
“You’re still planning to eat healthily during a typhoon?” he responds confusedly, “We need chocolate and crisps, not carrots! Can’t boil carrots and bake potatoes if the electricity and water go out.”
In the face of a devastating super typhoon, I say, “We need wine, not crisps.”
News reports were flooding in: Typhoon Soulik will not spare northern Taiwan from life-threatening wind, rain and tide. Taiwan was bracing itself for devastation as Soulik’s 100mph winds headed straight for Yilan, meanwhile Luke and I were still bickering in the streets.
Outside, cranes were all around deconstructing billboards and metal structures to prevent hazards.
With heavy grey cloud engulfing the tranquil blue skies above us, I watched out the window while our Taiwanese neighbours removed their potted plant gardens from their balconies. I began pulling down the storm shutters and taping large crosses on our windows.
Darkness came thick and fast as the clouds shut out all the light from the sky. By 8pm, Luke had eaten all of his ‘emergency’ Doritos and we’d drunk all the typhoon wine, but there was still no typhoon!
Around midnight the cyclone whirred up; fierce winds howled through the streets and heavy rain shook our shutters like a caged man in a mental asylum. At 3am the real grip of the typhoon came, but it only continued for a few hours, and by the morning there were calm white skies.
We ventured out into Luodong’s quiet streets. Elderly women were pulling up their storm shutters and shop-owners were hosing down the dust on their shop fronts. The Sports Park had been hammered, with trees and leaves strewn all around.
Saturday afternoon and Typhoon Soulik is passing us by…