My first week back home was marked by an unending rain that seemed to never let up, yet I still found a way to enjoy myself :) Grabbing a cup of coffee at the fav shop and walking along the beach was my thing to do when home. The sun finally came out after the whole week of rain. The path and the beach are still the same, but there is a bit more quiet than before. Perhaps, it's winter, so there aren't many tourists visiting the city and locals don't go swimming.
The recent storm that swept through left its mark on the shoreline, and eroding parts but the beauty of the beach is undeniable. The stunning scenery of the coast is a sight to behold. With coconut trees lining up along the shore and fine sand beneath your feet, it's hard not to be mesmerized by the beauty again and again. The sound of waves crashing in harmony and the green mountain in the distance with a majestic statue of Buddha at its peak are even more captivating view. 馃檪
As my friend and I walked along the beach and soaked up the atmosphere, we became aware of many things that are different.
The city experienced one of its worst storms in recent history just a couple of week before my return. From flash floods and uprooted trees to power outages, the storm wreaked havoc on the city, leaving behind a path of destruction and chaos. The images of extreme weather conditions and property damage were heartbreaking for me to see from afar.
Unexpectedly, my friend's house in the center was flooded and she had to leave everything behind and run away in the middle of the night, but safety is priority. It had been a few days since the storm hit, and the aftermath it left was nothing short of disastrous. Streets were flooded and homes were damaged, leaving many with the daunting task of cleaning up and rebuilding their lives. We know, despite all the hardship, people have managed to band together. When storm gone, life was back to normal.
We both had a great time and decided to see each other again the following day :)