Second Tsunami Alert

I was pretty much asleep when the thai owner of the place I was staying was hammering on my door shouting that the water was coming in 20 minutes, to get to high ground, to look at the people running. I joined Gayer, his chick and Svenska outside Gayer's place and all was pretty chaotic as we tried to get more info. and direct people that wanted to get to higher ground where to go. A lot of the volunters and tourists that we dealt with found it all totally extreme like it was part of the buzz, and something else to add to their stories, since we had the warning and on high ground should be ok.

It was persuading the peeps (farang) that had been there the forst time to move that was the problem. It upset me a lil actually coz M Boucher, and Big Guy were in patong and decided to sit on the beach, Turtle decided to stay on the beach in front of carlitos until he was manhandled away. It was trying to tell people that ok so it hadn't come up as far as chunut path last time but it had a hell of a lot in its way to break through, whereas now, there was just sand, no buildings to slow it. And that in terms of their families and friends hearing about it, was it not just fairer to go to high ground and come down later, for their peace of mind. People also didn't want to split up since last time it had been so hard to find out if others were ok, so to get a group up, you had to convince all of them. Eventually we managed this and the 4 of us went up to mini viewpoint where there were 200 odd people.

We watched all the boats leave the bay for deeper water and sit there lights on waiting. The people that were finding it exciting were making that harder for people that had been dealing with things for months. All the electricity on pp was turned off, to help prevent any looting, and we all sat there till 4 am,it was pointless trying to go back before this since it woulda been supersweaty in those rooms with no fans or lights. It was hard watching peoples reactions, initially watching the thai people running for what they thought may be their lives, trying to drag people by the hands, and seeing how drained everyone was the next day. All the time, lil me off my nut on morphine, attempting to make sense of it all and do my crisis counselling bitty. I just wanted all of them to leave. I think everyone has gone through enough, they are trying so hard to help, or make things feel normal and it isn't. PP is still a disaster zone, and I want them away into normality so they can start to heal emotionally.