Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs

The last few days Justin’s had off work we’ve been continuing to explore around Hyderabad. After registering with the United States Consulate and obtaining all the necessary paperwork for after the birth of baby we found an absolutely awesome grocery store. Our eyes widened as we took in the expanse of fresh fruits and vegetables. A bakery sat near aisles of many familiar western foods. Jackpot! We spilt our separate ways as new things caught our eyes. You could hear us shouting to one another “Justin, check this out.” “Bec, they have beef!” The store was a genuine find, but by the time we stumbled across it the day was nearly done and we didn’t have our backpack so we wouldn’t be taking our treasures home today, but it’s been a few days since our visit and I’m happy to say I had chicken alfredo the other night. Now for the real story, that same night we were unwinding to a little Wii gaming, when the power went out as per usual. We didn’t pay much attention at first, but it sounded like people were running around outside our house. Justin walked through the darkness and opened the front door. There was a nasty storm brewing and the wind was already fierce. Lightening struck so frequently the sky appeared to flash as a strobe light. Then with the crash of thunder the rain began. Water dumped from above. The trash we set out earlier was already on its way down the street. Justin ran out to grab it and in that short moment he was drenched. Then our windows slammed open and our entryway lamps blew over. Once all the windows were shut and secured we returned outside to watch the fury. A smile and a little chuckle met our lips as a plump frog hopped from the flooding streets in search of safer grounds. Not long after, we saw someone zooming by on a scooter. “Look at this idiot!” Justin exclaimed. “What a freak.” I agreed. A few moments later he came zooming back. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Justin said with a laugh. We stepped inside to grab a flashlight only to hear the sound of drips echoing through the house. Fortunately our roof wasn’t leaking; it was simply coming in through the windows and running down the ceiling. The monsoon had officially made its debut. The house temperature was now about fifteen degrees warmer than outside so we went upstairs to open some doors and windows since the wind had calmed somewhat. That’s when we realized the water from the balcony had raised so much it was about flood into the house. Our drains were plugged with leaves. Justin quickly stripped down and went to work. After an hour of pushing water the levels were manageable and we climbed to the roof to see if those drains needed work as well. As the door opened, a large pile of broken tiles that had all blown off our roof were pushed aside. It was flooded as well, but not nearly as bad. Many hours after the storm had passed our power returned. It was terrific and honestly with temperatures over 109 degrees the past few days I have actually been looking forward to the start of the monsoon. The next morning we discovered the identity of the mysterious rider. It was Scott, our buddy from down the street, what a crazy. Thanks to Karen’s great photos I have some evidence of the whole insane event, behold. 

THE MAN BEHIND THE MYSTERY: SCOTT TURK

     WHAT CAN I EVEN SAY AT THIS POINT

 SOMEONE STOP HIM, HE'S GONE WILD.

Comments

[mom&dad]

How funny that you ended up knowing the "crazy man". Making a memory, as they say!
Probably he was just letting off some stress at those temperatures you have down there. I can't imagine 109 degrees with humidity. It will feel nice for you to take a break from that and come back to the states in July-- even if it will be summer- it shouldn't get that hot!
Love mom