Rice Grains

Today as I was sitting on my bed reviewing some Thai, a heavy thunderstorm blew in with driving rain. In fact, it drove the rain right into my apartment, leaking in at the bottom of my glass sliding doors. I pulled out a towel to soak it up, but realized rather quickly that I was needing more than one towel.

Eventually, I called down to the office, and Lak tried to tell me what to do; poor guy, I didn't quite get what he was saying, so he had to climb the 10 flights of stairs to my apartment only to show me that he wanted me to put towels on the outside of the doors to prevent the water from leaking in.

I asked him what happens if I am not home and it rains like this. He grinned, thought a bit, then asked if it would be OK with me if he came to put out towels when I am not home. So I am not sure if the problem will ever get fixed properly or not. I suppose it is a fact of life for Thais.

Looking out the window, I discovered my street was flooded worse than I had ever seen it thus far. The water was at least ankle deep, but life was continuing fairly normally, with taxis, motorcycles, bicyclists, and pedestrians continuing down the street decked out in rain coats or carrying umbrellas. Even motorcycles used umbrellas.