Mark, Bar Owner
Mark ran a bar in one of the side streets just off Bangla Road in Patong. On the morning the tsunami struck, he had just opened his shutters. He had one waitress helping and they were beginning to get ready for business when he heard a strange roaring noise. A few seconds later, there were shouts and screams.
Mildly curious, but not too concerned, Mark looked down the road and saw people running up Bangla Road. Then he was amazed to see water come nearby the corner. Even then, he was not too concerned. It was just a slow steady flow. He told his waitress to stay inside the bar and they watched the water flow passed. Incredibly, the steady flow kept coming and fast became a torrent of debris-strewn water that was swirling into the bar. Mark and his waitress suddenly realised they were in trouble and had to jump up onto the bar.
The building was fast filling up with a swirling deluge of water and debris. For the first time, Mark realised their lives were in danger. The water level was coming up fast and trying to swim straight through that water full of chairs, tables and all kind of other hard objects would be suicidal. You have to see the power with which the water was slamming objects into the walls to realise how hopeless this situation was.
Then, like a scene from some implausible activity movie, a jet-ski floated into the bar with the keys in the ignition. The wave had picked it up from the beach and swept it up Soi Bangla and into Mark's bar like a lifeline. Mark jumped on the jet-ski and started the engine. His waitress jumped on the back and they revved out of the bar and down the street, crunching straight through all kind of floating debris as they went. They turned up Bangla Road and rode the now easing torrent James Bond like to Rat-U-Thit Road where the waters had reached.
As soon as Mark jumped off the jet-ski, there was a man begging to take it. He had lost a friend at the beach and was desperate to get down there to find him. Mark gave him the jet-ski. Of course, nobody knew there was a second and third wave still to come. Mark does not know if the man found his friend or made it back.
Nick, Phi Phi Islands
Nick and his friend were staying on the Phi Phi Islands. They had found a room above a grocery shop in Ton Sai Bay. On Boxing Day morning, they were woken up by a loud roaring noise and then the sound of objects battering into the side of the building. They looked out over their balcony and saw the splendid sight of a flood of water rolling right over the sandy isthmus, right underneath them and out over the other side of the bay. Among the floodwaters, they could see people swept away.
When the waters finally passed by, they made their way downstairs. The shop had survived the hit reasonably well and the shop owner was still inside surveying the damage. Nick and his friend were a minuscule dazed by what had just happened and offered to help the shop owner clear the mess. It seemed like the decent thing to do. Somehow, the shop owner knew the danger had not passed. He said they should make their way down the beach and up the hill to higher ground.
As they walked along the beach, many other people joined them. There were also many others not heading for higher ground. Nick and his friend did not see the second wave hit. They had been production their way up the hill for maybe fifteen minutes when they heard the roar of the wave striking. They had already found a spot to determine down with many other survivors when they heard the roar of the third wave. They settled down with all the other confused and stunned survivors for a long stay.
There was one guy there, a Scotsman, who seemed to have a firmer grip on the situation than most others. He spoke with Nick and his friend. He reasoned that if these waves had struck Phi Phi then they had probably struck everywhere else in the region too. It might be days before help arrived. He said they needed to go back down the hill to get water, food, rehabilitation and insect repellent.
The Scotsman led a group of five, including Nick and his friend, back down the hill. They met a horror scene of destruction. The island was devastated and littered with corpses. They found a shop that although smashed, was still standing. They rummaged nearby the piles of stock inside until they found all the essentials they could carry. They took them back up the hill and distributed them among the survivors. They realised it was not sufficient so they made a second trip down the hill. By the time that round trip was completed, it was late afternoon but they had sufficient essentials for everyone. They made a third trip but this time all they got was beer. This they did not distribute among the other survivors. This was for themselves.
They all spent the night on the hill before people started production their way down in the morning. The relief ferries arrived mid morning.
Mike, Rawai
Mike is a Canadian who stays in Phuket 6-months a year. He was one of the few people in Phuket who verily noticed the earthquake. He was having a coffee on his balcony when he noticed the plant pot next to him vibrating. He had experienced mild tremors before in the United States and was convinced what he had noticed was a minor earthquake. He soon forgot about it. He was meeting friends for breakfast in Rawai.
They met at their usual restaurant over the road from Rawai Beach. Everything was general until one of his friends pointed out how far the sea had receded. Rawai is a shallow bay and it is common to see the rocky seabed when the tide is out but this morning it was as if the water had vanished. The friends curiously discussed this strange phenomenon and pointed it out to the restaurant owner. He was concerned, something seemed wrong. That was when Mike remembered the earthquake tremor he had felt earlier that morning.
Without verily knowing exactly why he was so concerned, the restaurant owner decided to lead his guests out the back of the restaurant to the fields behind. A few minutes later as they calmly walked up a gentle hill, they heard the wave assault the beach.
The islands off Rawai Beach took a lot of the power out of the tsunami and the waves only made it a hundred meters or so inland. Still they claimed victims in Rawai.
Paul, Patong
Paul was still a minuscule dazed from his Christmas Day celebrations in the bars of Patong the night before. He was heading down to the beach for a morning walk to shake off his hangover. He was only a hundred meters from the beach when he heard that strange roaring sound so many people remember. Still it was a few more seconds before he saw the water running up the road towards him. Confused by this strange sight, he wasted a few high-priced seconds taking in the scene. Then he realised the water was going to keep coming. He turned and ran.
The water was already nearby his ankles. He ran as fast as he could but the water was going faster. It was fast nearby his knees and then it took him off his feet. The swell was sweeping him along and with incredible force. Ahead was a brick wall and the wave was going to smash him right into it. Paul plan he was a gonna but as the foremost edge of the wave hit the wall, the force knocked the wall down the Paul was swept straight through the gap. He found himself in a cemetery hanging on to a headstone with water and debris swirling nearby him.
He clung on for dear life. When the waters began to recede, he could feel the suction pulling him back towards the sea. When the waters were finally gone Paul picked himself up, bruised and battered, he walked back to his apartment. His hangover was gone.
Conclusion
We will never know the exact death toll from the Boxing Day tsunami. Somewhere nearby a quarter of a million people lost their lives. It is one of the biggest natural disasters in recorded history.
The stories above cannot begin to capture the full scale of the disaster. They are just a few personal accounts to give some comprehension into the experiences of people caught up in that life-changing day.
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