When I went swimming yesterday morning, I wondered why it was so unusually windy. Then, in my ODE-lessons (Ordinary Differential Equations) I found the answer. Chrystal — my friend from Hong Kong — told me that there was a typhoon approaching Hong Kong.

It was my first typhoon, that’s why I was a little excited how it would be to stand out a typhoon. So I asked for some surviving tips. She told me that if the typhoon was called number 8, than all restaurants and shops on campus will be closed — except McDonnald’s — and that I should increase my stock of instant noodles. Another tips was that I should pay attention to the windows, because if there is havy rain, they will leak. But I don’t have to worry as long as my room wasn’t at the end of the corridor — what it however was.

In the afternoon the wind became stronger. We had a very good view at the sea from the bridge, the water was flared up and many students took photos of the waves….me, too. Then I thought it was time to go to Parknshop (the supermarket) — unfortunately, the hole university had the same idea. I’ve never been in such a situation before. It resembled a TV report about the German seasonal sales, where people were hustling to get the last T-shirt of the shop.

The typhoon itself was dissapointing — or should I say it luckily didn’t make any big damages? No heavy rain, no collapsing trees, no flying garbage cans…only wind. So I’m awaiting the next REAL typhoon.

Anh Thu