Typhoon Gaemi

To evacuate or not to evacuate.  We're on a tiny spit of sand between the South China Sea and a brackish river South of Danang, Vietnam.   It's near the World Heritage Site Ancient town of Hoi An and its  beautiful historic architecture, walk streets and giant Buddha statues.   A welcome relief to dirty, crowded, crime-ridden Hanoi.  Unfortunately, though, it is also the tail end of typhoon season and Gaemi is heading our way, expected to make landfall tomorrow. It was due here, or in Danang, but apparently made a slight turn and is now bearing down on Hue, a couple of hours North of here.  We've befriended an Australian family whose dad is a former Qantas captain so I'm watching their movements carefully figuring he knows weather better than I.   

Our fabulous resort is installing wood over the largest of the windows, sandbagging the beach access and Northernmost end of the huge, three-pool-with-bridges pool, and staking the gardens.  The sound of hammering brings to mind a hurricane my ex and I survived in Florida, as we escaped Key West to the sound of locals nailing shut their window shutters and made it to Melbourne in time for the hurricane to change course and land at home.  We were young and being evacuated to sleep on the floor of a school gymnasium was exciting and fun.  Now, middle aged with a 9 year old, I just want to keep us both safe.  

Fortunately, unlike our Florida days, I can keep an eye on the typhoon's eye via internet updated regularly including pics.