We are on day 3 or 4 of storms here — I don’t know if this is the leftovers from the hurricane that hit the Philippines, but we haven’t seen this much rain or this many days of rain in the past 3 years.
Rain in the Middle East is amazing because it’s as if the mothership came to visit and dropped tiny alien beings from the sky. From the way people drive, you know it’s alien. Dodging puddles like they’re the Wicked Witch of the West and even a drop will cause them to melt, driving 20 miles an hour, hunched over the wheel like my grandma, and a general puzzlement over all this wet stuff. And we’ve got a lot of it.
The roads are a mess, small cars are getting swamped, and we’re going to have mud for weeks. Things don’t dry out quickly here so I expect to see stagnant lakes into December.
The water is too deep here to drive on the right side of the road.
Drainage isn’t a thing here — which usually doesn’t matter . . .
By the boys’ school. Anyone want to swim?
I’ve stayed off the highways, but I’ve seen some wild photos that friends have been posting on FB.
We stopped by to pick up takeout — trying to save the guys on scooters a trip out in the rain. This entire street was shin deep in water.
This lady is trying to see if there is any way to walk up this street. Nope, it’s completely flooded.
The only way to get around it is to walk through it!
Hike up pants and tiptoe along on the edges.
Wheeling groceries from the store to the restaurant across the street — sloshing along.
We have a few leaks in our roof and I change out soaked towels every few hours. No big deal. In a few days the dripping will stop and we won’t have to worry about that wet stuff falling from the sky for another year.
