The eerie howling of the wind woke me up at around 5 AM. Power was out and although all our windows were shut, it was chilly. “It’s going to be a memorable day,” hubby said (it was his birthday).
The Philippines has around twenty typhoons (tropical cyclones) a year and this year’s seventh, Typhoon Glenda (International name, Rammasun) was one of the worst to ever strike Metro Manila (sustained winds 94 miles/hour with gusts up to 116 miles/hour).
Around 6 AM, the winds intensified and banged our kitchen windows. I kept praying that the glass wouldn’t break. Hubby decided to open the shutters a bit to lessen the pressure but that meant rain entering our kitchen. I was so nervous that I decided to hole up inside our bedroom! There was nothing we could do but wait.
It took another four hours before the howling stopped. Whew!
Me and my family in various areas of Metro Manila were safe. That’s the most important. I just hoped that when the national reports come in, they wouldn’t be devastating.
Anyway, we looked out to our yard and saw this:
One of the main branches of our decades-old mango tree fell…
and hit my car!
Hubby’s car which was parked a few feet away was spared, yay!
At first, hubby’s plan was to borrow or buy a power saw to cut all the branches, but then I remembered one training session Master Cris and the rest of our group had. They cut tall grass with their itak. So I thought, “With all these trees to be cut, why not use my Eskrima training? It could turn out to be a terrific workout!”
“Go, ahead,” hubby shrugged when I told him my idea. Did I sense some amused doubt there? 🙂
Anyway, I got some old socks, cut off the ends and used them to cover my arms, just like how master Cris described what they did when he worked in the farms in Davao.
And then I hacked and hacked with all my might!
Our neighbors came to help.
Janet, who grew up in a farm in Tacloban knew how to wield an itak and her strikes were strong and precise. No wonder a lot of farmers are good in Eskrima!
We were careful not to get bitten by these!
We only had these tools but we accomplished a lot.
It turned out to be a happy, awesome workout for everyone.
The next day, hubby hired five men to finish the clearing up.
All’s well that ends well.
That was an awesome workout, I must say. 🙂
Thank you for taking time to read The Deadly Dance. Pugay!
To read my post about another terrible typhoon, the worst in modern history, click here.