Jangmi - Aftermath
Typhoon Jangmi came into Taiwan on Sunday, dropping lots of rain and giving me a typhoon day off today. I think the meat of the storm really occurred last night, as today was quite calm with relatively light rains. This gave me the chance to walk about Bitan, close to home, and see what happened.
Actually, this was taken just prior to the typhoon hitting us. As you can see, the rain was already coming down in buckets.
The cleanup begins.
The river must have crested at some point in the night. Even in the early afternoon, the debris showed how high the water hit, but it had already receded a few meters, though still high.
Some big stuff was swept away and dropped elsewhere.
Lots of mud ‘n muck on the walking path, normally a good three meters above the level of the river.
More big debris, left high and dry.
More debris. There fence which normally keeps people a safe distance from the river. The fence is lengths of chain, joined to granite/marble pillars. These pillars are bug - maybe 60cm across - yet some were snapped by the pressure of the water.
Nothing like a high, dirty, muddy river in which to go after minnows with a net.
Lots of people have claimed spots along the riverbank and set up a small garden. These guys are seeing what they have left.
There was a tonne of water rushing over the spillway under the Bitan Bridge. I can only imagine what it was like at the high level mark.
The water is already being pumped back into the river, the walkways will be cleared and I am sure that within a few days, it will be hard to tell that anything had happened.
















As as many temples I have visited, the aged are somewhat
overrepresented in terms of the breakdown of worshippers.
I always find the Vietnamese ao dai to be elegant and beautiful.
The Cao Dai version is no different.
Cao Dai impressed me not only for its wonderful colours,
but also for the great geometry of the worshippers and the temple alike.
With the very Asian looking dragons offering protection,
the worshippers should be very safe indeed.
Three bye three.
The temple band played traditional instruments as we were making our way out.
I believe that the colours of the robes are indicative of both the ranking within the religion,
but also perhaps related to the branch of major relgion which brought them to Cao Dai.
I could be completely wrong on that though.
This guard sat at the entrance;
I am not sure if he was there for security or to offer welcome.
The Dared MP-5…Beautifully Simple
Banging the drum (not so) slowly.
Waiting to Exhale.
OK, pipes are not usually my specialty.
However, this guy wouldn’t be the same with a cigarette.
Happy #1
Happy #2
Fittingly, this was the last photo I took on the day.