flood waters

Posted on June 17, 2010 by

Flooding Across Europe – Hungary, Poland, Slovakia and Spain

Thousands of people across Europe have been displaced by major flooding due to heavy rain. The man in the photo below was obviously quite lucky, both for catching a fish, and for not being in areas where the flood waters reached over 3 feet!

A local resident carries a fish, just caught on a flooded street, in the village of Felsohamor, Hungary, Sunday, May 16, 2010. The local River Szinva burst its banks flooding residential areas which residents tried to protect with sandbags seen at rear. (AP Photo/Bela Szandelszky)

via Boston’s Big Picture

I really love Boston’s Big Picture features, I’d also like to hope that one day I could do something like that here with Fishing Fury. But until that time, this image should serve as inspiration.

Posted on October 10, 2005 by

Flooding in the British Virgin Islands

Today was pretty crazy. I had a job interview at eleven, so I left the house at nine and started walking in the rain. I had a change of shoes and clothes in my bag so I could change and look good for my interview. I walked quickly down our driveway which looked more like a river then a driveway. A nice local guy in a beat up Samurai stopped to pick me up and took me most of the way down the mountain. One we got near the bottom we hit a traffic jam and were told that we could not go any further. I got out of the car, thanked him for the ride and started walking. Once I got to the bottom I saw the road blocks. At first I figured there was an accident but then as I looked down to see water past my ankles I realized that it was probably because of the flood. I walked past the barricades and around the roundabout. The entire road was covered in a good five inches of water on the sides so I walked down the middle of the main highway as concerned citizens lined the sidewalk and peered out from their windows. I felt invisible. I expected the police to stop me or ask me to be careful, but no one really acknowledged my existence. After walking ten minutes I got to the nearest gas station, except it really wasn’t a gas station anymore, it was a pond. A terrific smell of petrol filled the air, and it was pretty obvious what all the commotion was about. The flood had somehow mixed and filled in the gas tanks causing the flood waters to become highly flammable. I stopped and looked around trying to figure out how to get passed the pond. On one side a bulldozer and other construction vehicles worked desperately to clear flood waters, I wasn’t going to make it past them. The other side was clear, except for water.

I stood quietly for a moment as a group of young Spanish kids in their late teens came up behind me, video camera in hand. I took a deep breath, inhaled the gas fumes, and started my my way across the pond. I knew full well that this was quite possibly the dumbest thing I had ever done, but I really do hate being late – for anything. The kids, gaining courage from my stupidity, followed behind me as I dredged through water that was now past my knees. At this point a woman near by started shouting at the kids, not me, to get out of the water, she didn’t even look at me. I continued walking undisturbed, the further I got, the less water there was. While working I heard fragments of the story behind the flood. Apparently a building, or retaining wall that usually holds and diverts water had burst.

I got into town with plenty of time to spare. I looked around desperately for a place to change, but just about every place in town was closed, with exception of course to place that had no bathrooms or places I could change. I found a stairwell that seemed to be quite, stripped to my underwear and changed into my nice clothes. Ten seconds later a large family came down the stairs and walked right past me. I waited a few minutes for a lull in the rain and made a quick dash to the building I had to be at for my interview. I walked up the stairs and and came face to face with a guy at the top of the stairs. He had surprise in his eyes and looked at me in disbelief. He then asked if I was here for the interview. I said yes, and he told me that no one was left to interview me because they had all gone home, or hadn’t even shown up in the first place. So I went though all that effort for nothing. At least he told me that I earned a few points for coming in. Lets hope that ensures me the job.

I’ll try and get some pictures of the damage around here tomorrow.