And So The Rainy Season Begins

I live in Jakarta.  It rains here.  A lot.

I live in an area of Jakarta that has a reputation for flooding.  Now I know why.

 This was after only about 30 minutes of rain.

This is on the main street before taking a smaller road to get to my house.  I couldn't believe the amount of water that was falling from the sky.

I was nervous.  I didn't know how deep the car could go without getting stuck.  I wasn't driving.  I have a driver.  Yes, it's strange, but that is another post.  I was hoping he was using his best judgement.  It's hard to say if he thinks his job is just to get me from one place to another regardless of consequences.  We made it through.

We kept driving home, and we came to the street right outside my complex.  We stopped.  We had to.  All the shopkeepers put their carts out to block the road.

 We were stuck.
Not stuck in the water, thankfully, but stuck without a way to get home.

What do these kids' moms say when they come home with soaking wet backpacks, and their homework is dripping?

Turns out, there is another entrance into our housing complex.  We sat there for about 20 minutes while I called everyone I could think of to help us out.  I wasn't upset about the delay.  I watched, fascinated at what was happening in and around the flood.

This was not a huge rain.  In fact, my son had soccer practice a couple hours after this, and when we left, the water was gone.  It was truly amazing to me.  I've never seen anything like it.