Alor Setar bound

My life is really colourful, I think.

After the freak thunderstorm on Thursday, I didn't think that I would get into another fix so soon...

But I did. 

Yesterday night, a bus skidded and overturned somewhere along the only road that leads home. The condition was so serious and dangerous that no vehicle was allowed to pass the resulting stenosis. A clot of automobiles had formed - and drivers at the back end soon decided that Batu Feringghi would probably be inaccessible on wheels that night. One by one, the participants of the waiting game turned around resignedly. I persisted for a while. The sight of fire engines rushing to the scene of the accident offered some hope, but not much. Waiting grew meaningless.

I was alone. Dying to go home. In dire need of the bathroom. My phone battery was low. Ben was still waiting for me at home, because he could do nothing much from his side and needed rest for an early start at work today. Time ticked on. The thought of classes the next morning was depressing, considering that I should have been in bed long ago. 10.30pm. 12.30am. 2am. The cold rain began falling. The scent of rain was unkind, for once.

I wept.

To cut the long story short, Ben ended up having to get out of bed, ride his bike out in the rain, park on the other side of the road-block and search for my car on foot...

We abandoned my car somewhere, crossed the scene of accident on foot and rode home in the rain. I am so grateful that my hubby sacrificed his much-needed sleep to bring me home.

All is well. I was yet able to wake up for classes this morning - and am now headed for Alor Setar in a car of introverted musicians for a performance this evening. We are happy to give each other our peace and quiet space - so here I am, blogging away.

Thanking God for His goodness still.

Also, the road finally got unblocked this morning.