Evil Evan

A Quick Post while I have internet access.

 

We are safe and now living without power or running water.

 

 

Cyclone Evan was frightening and terrorised Samoa for 24 hours, it reached category 3 at 3am, then hovered off the coast threatening to return as a category 4.

 

We bailed out our house for hours trying to keep the last two rooms dry, one for sleeping the other for storage.  At 12pm we set up a cyclone shelter in a bathroom, with matress, passports, food, water, medicine and bag with change of clothes.

 

 

 

We lost a small part of the carport roof and along with the rest of Samoa prayed that the roof of the house would hold and it did.

 

 

 

The boy's cubby was destroyed.

 

For many Samoans the cyclone was 100 times worse and continues to make life difficult.  Our friend BRoss down at Salamumu lost his house and accommodation fales, but he and his family are safe.

 

 

 

Yesterday I spent 5 hours at the National Hospital with a work colleague of the Domestic Surf God.  He had recieved a nasty cut while helping DSG to secure the roller doors which were blown completely off his plumbing workshop. 

 

 

 

Trying to reach the hospital was difficult as we encountered several roadblocks, bodies were being retrieved and bridges cleared of massive logs.

 

At hospital two people died in emergency and a dead body was brought in the space of 5 minutes, while we waited to see a doctor.  Two doctors were on duty we were assigned number 146 and they were up to number 30.  I quickly sent a text to DSG to secure the boys with heavy duty tape to avoid any injuries or hospital visits.

 

In the waiting area locals taught me how to count to 146 in Samoan so I would know when our number was called.  I held sick babies and listened to stories of survival, one man told me how he dislocated his shoulder when a tree hit him in the river as he saved another man.  He had an electricity line tied around his waist and had severe lacerations around his waist, with scratches all over his body from the trees and debris rushing down the river. 

 

A hospital orderly made fun of me being with a man who was not my husband and shouted to the men in the waiting room that I was available for marriage.

 

Our thoughts are now with the people of Fiji as nasty Evan moves towards them as a Category 4 beast.