Yesterday saw Metro Manila's (well, nearby provinces as well) worst flooding in decades. I was comfortable at work while watching this happen outside. The sky seemed like it was night time already. My wife sent me a message early on asking me if I can go home earlier as the house have been flooded as well about ankle-deep. I was approved for early endshift (nevermind the term, it's common in the call center industry), so I can go home and help my wife at home. As I went out of the building two hours early of my usual endshift, my wife again texted me that everything was fine and that the flood have subsided.
Back at the office, I was monitoring the situation through the internet and have come to know that some parts of the highway I go through to and from work are flooded. This is the same with any alternate route I could think of, so I figured I may as well try the old route, which is EDSA by bus. I also though it may be better if I ride the MRT instead, but still my preference is by bus.
MRT terminal was quite full and the queues for tickets were snakeing throughout the vast station. When I went down to the north bound bus stop, a thick crowd have also gathered waiting for the sparse buses coming by. The first two buses were quite full but people tried to board anyway and about ten or so were able to get in. The next bus that came in was an airconditioned one, and I squeezed my way in. The next stop, some people boarded off the bus and I was able to get a window seat.
Everything's well, except for the traffic. Floodings and stalled vehicles along the highway made the traffic so slow moving that the usual 30 minutes to an hour ride took more than six hours this time. That was an experience of a lifetime. I stayed awake the whole time to try and snap some pictures I can post on this blog, but there hardly were anything worth a space on my memory card.
picture from bbc.co.uk