I have cholera on my legs

And I should be wearing a T-shirt that says "I survived typhoon Kai-Tak" Well, maybe I shouldn't jump the gun just yet. And it is only a catagory 1 by now. There's about a meter of water in the street, and the eye is passing us right now. We tried to go to the citadel today because we said, "ain't no stinkin' typhoon gonna keep us from seeing the sights" then quickly retreated back to our hotel with our tails between our legs. So then we ventured out in ankle deep water to the B4 bar to visit our friend Bruno and throw back a few whiskey cokes. Well, ankle deep turned to knee deep, and Bruno's dear sweet little bar is probably under about 6 inches of water by now. But my legs probably are actually coated in cholera, typhoid, and whatever other nasty bacterial/ameboid diseases one might be able to think of, so I'm going to see if Vicky is out of the shower yet so that I can clean my narsty self. We're in a nice safe place, though, and while there is a lot of rain, the wind isn't so bad. If you want to see a satellite photo, just google search Kai-Tak. This is kind of fun, really...