So another super typhoon had come and gone in Hong Kong.
We had been given ample warning and everyone was prepared for the worst. In the end, it seemed to be bad, but the impact didn't appear to be as bad as some of the other super typhoons I had experienced in the past. Even during the peak and worst of it, it didn't sound or feel as bad as what we were prepared for. I wasn't complaining too much, it was always better to be prepared than shocked in these situations.
The next day, on my walk to the bus stop, I could see the aftermath of the storm. There was debris everywhere and some fallen trees. Nothing unexpected.
What was more impressive though was the quick cleanup that followed. This was the case with every typhoon that hit Hong Kong, but it didn't make it any less astounding.
Within a day of my walk through the debris, the sidewalks had already been cleared and there was a constant drone of machinery and chainsaws dealing with some of the larger problems.
Over the next few days, workers continued to fix up and clean up the streets. Broken things were repaired. Unsalvageable things were taken away. The speed of it all never ceased to amaze and impress.
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