Bangkok has been under the threat of major flooding for a few weeks now. Over and over again we here that the floods are coming tomorrow or this weekend. We have been warned that the flooding might last for a while, up to a month, and everyone should have food stocked up. That sounds great until you realize that around 15 million people live in Bnagkok. With everyone stockpiling goods that can be kept and prepared without electricity, the stores have been very empty.
I have found that the best way to keep my home ready is to go shopping regularly and buy what they have in stock at the moment. That means that one week we have eggs and tuna and then the next week we have potatoes and pork. I just keep buying a little more than we need for the week. If we are stuck in our home without electricity, we should have plenty of food for 3 weeks.
This past week Ellie and I went shopping to pick up some boxed UHT milk, potatoes, pork, and diapers among some smaller items. Everything was going great until we went to leave. As I looked up at the sky, I realized that it was about to start pouring rain. I went to the taxi stand and waited behind some people for more than 10 minutes and only 1 taxi came. This is unusual in that there are normally many taxis here but many people have gotten out of town in preparation for the major flooring predicted for the weekend, or simply parked their car on a bridge or overpass to protect it.
As I assessed the situation, I realized that I couldn’t keep waiting for a taxi that wasn’t coming. So I grabbed all my bags and headed to the main street and found even more people waiting for the nonexisist taxis. At this moment I started to feel a little desperate and decided to cross over the bridge and try from the other side of the street, all to no avail.
As the rain started to splash down, I made the decision to just walk home with my 10 bags of groceries. It’s only a 10 minute walk I figured. So I started walking. We were quite the sight, a mom wearing a baby and carrying lots of groceries. It didn’t matter, walking was better than getting caught out in a major rain storm.
About half way home, I had to put down the bags and try to redistribute the weight. My hands just couldn’t keep holding them any longer. As I’m struggling to pick them back up, I Thai family came walking up to me. They recognized Ellie and I and knew where we lived. They then offered to help me carry the groceries home.
God held off the downpour and sent a family to help me get home. As I walked in my home, all I could do was thank God for watching out for me and helping me.