Last night a few of us went out to run some errands, so away from the guest home and off into the city of Bangkok…. Getting to the “Big C” was easy, since it was at a mall, but the return home was another matter. This is the type of situation which makes me look forward to learning Thai – explaining to a taxi driver in Bangkok, how to get back to the mission home, which happens to be a tad difficult to find in daylight. We were heading back in the evening, with rain down-pouring around. We had a map, some instructions in Thai and the Lord with us. Eventually the streets started to look familiar and we knew we were in the correct neighbourhood. The unfortunate thing now was that the main street that we were traveling down was flooded. I’m not talking about some little puddles that spray pedestrians along the side of the road, as the car goes through. I’m talking about a foot or more of water down a street several kilometres long – by this time I’m sure the taxi driver was wishing he could just drop us off then and there and make us wade home.
The whole situation reminded me of a excerpt from a book called, “Help! My Halo’s Slipping” by Larry Dinkins (I think), about a first termer’s experience as missionary in Thailand. He mentioned something along the lines of how Bangkok is very close to sea level (can’t remember the details) and areas of it often flood during rainy season. This, I can testify, is true. He continues on to tell of how of how occasionally someone steps off of a bus, into the flooded street and then disappears…. down an uncovered man hole. Yup. I really don’t know how often this happens, but I can now see how it could.
Well, we finally made it back to the guest home, which was not flooded at all, just some normal sized puddles. I hope the driver survived the river road again.