Sunday, November 21, 2010

Tsunami Alarm:



On Monday October 25th October we were sitting in a practically deserted beachside hotel in Polyhena. Polyhena is the resort attached to the Sri Lankan city of Matara, one of the country’s larger towns with a population hovering just under 80,000.
We searched out the hotel because our guest house did not boast an internet connection which is difficult in many parts of the island. Unfortunately they were not able to get the Wi-Fi to work so once again communications with the rest of the world lapsed. I asked the staff to switch on the TV and as we were there it looked a good place to eat. We were about 15 minutes into the BBC news from London which meant the time was approximately 7.45pm. Sri Lanka is an awkward 4 hours and thirty minutes ahead of GMT.
“We interrupt this broadcast with a newsflash. An earthquake measuring 7.2 on the Richter scale has hit the western shore of the Indonesian island of Sumatra. A tsunami warning is in force!”
Ranil was local facilitator and driver to the project that brought me to Sri Lanka. His jaw dropped and he sat in stunned silence. He knew all about tsunamis and this news dashed him back to December 26th 2004. He had returned early from Colombo to his family home nestling close to both shore and the river in nearby Matara. It was a full moon day and his wife wanted to attend the temple. He had dropped her off and returned home and was thinking of getting a bite to eat when he heard the sound of lapping water. The river had risen and was now washing against the rocks beside the house. He tried to move his vehicle out onto the road but was blocked by a rapidly rising flood. The water was coming from the river rather than the sea, but he knew he had to get to higher ground. He climbed onto a wall but his view of the ocean was blocked by a small house. The house suddenly collapsed and he could see the sea, eerily silent.
There were four waves that day. In the case of the third and fourth he watched as the seawater drew back in a wall formation revealing the sand and rocks of the seabed. It was the fourth wave that did most of the damage. An earthquake measuring 9.1 on the Richter scale with an epi- center off western Sumatra had hit with such force that it constituted the third most powerful earth tremor ever recorded. This wave swept across the Andaman Sea and slammed into the Eastern coast of India and Sri Lanka and propelled onwards to east Africa. Sri Lanka was devastated. A train travelling near Hikkaduwa on the west coast was derailed and the official overall death toll for the country was recorded at 40,000, but many Sri Lankans feel this was an underestimation. Ranil’s house was washed away. All that remained was the concrete outline of the floor. Sadly too, so was his sister in law living next door. Her body has never been found. Ironically, many charities and the government worked to provide housing for the victims. Ranil was never compensated as they said there was no evidence that his home ever existed. It seems a concrete floor did not count!
We spoke to the hotel staff to see if there had been any local alarm, but no, the Sri Lanka media was silent about the earthquake.
“What should we do?”
“We’ll be all right our rooms are on the second floor!” But what about the mini-bus? It’s a long walk to Colombo!”
I decided to phone home to Samui to see if the Thai 10pm News had anything to add to the announcement from the BBC. No there was nothing there either.
“Should we hurry to the hotel, pick up the luggage and head for relative safety inland?"
“No we would wait for a local warning!”
I returned to my guesthouse situated feet from the beach and was told to keep my phone on during the night in case we had to make a fast evacuation. Sitting on the balcony watching the fleet of fishing boats on the horizon was strangely comforting. Dogs barked incessantly during the night, but as the dawn came up we realized the threat had passed. We were lucky. Sri Lanka was spared. The earthquake created a Tsunami that swept onto the Mentani Islands off Sumatra causing heavy loss of life. Because of poor communications help was slow in arriving and Mount Merapi in Java has continued to erupt. A tropical storm has lashed the southern provinces of Thailand for the past week. Samui has experienced severe floods and Songhkla has been devastated with rising water causing some of the ancient walls to collapse. A mini-Tsunami swept across Songkhla Lake dashing away the entire community of houses that nestled on the shoreline. The wave cost three lives and breached the local crocodile farm where 70 big crocs were set free much to the terror of local fishermen. What is going on?

This article by Alister Bredee first appeared in "The Samui Gazette" on 19th November 2010

2 comments:

Rebecca Mackay said...

Hi Alister
Many thanks for your post.
My name is RFebecca and I am from Canada originally, and
I believe I met Ranil when I was staying at the Matara resthouse back in 1995. We celebrated New Year's Eve (Dec 31 not Sinhala Tamil New Year). He even invited me and my partner at the time for drinks, on his porch at his house. We walked there from the Matara resthouse along the beach front. I remember it well , nestled amongst a king coconut grove , exactly as you describe, with a view to the shore and the river where we saw the crocs. I have seen the devastation of his house you describe, on google earth, as I retrace the steps of where we stayed when I was there.I have often thought about my stay in Matara then and I wish I'd have stayed in touch with Ranil.I even have a photograph of him sitting with us at the rest house, with some other friends of his from the UK. I am so glad I found your blog entry but also sad, because, Ranil's house was so beautiful, and sad very sad, to hear about how awful it must have been for him and probably still is; and when the tsunami news reached me, I could only think of him and his family and others in Matara with whom we had made friends during our stay. If you are still in touch with Ranil, please say a dear and heartfelt hello from me; he may not remember me, but I remember him so well. He did give me his card and contact details. Since I have lost his business card, I have been scouring the internet to find our what happened to his house. I moved to Scotland (I was living in Saudi Arabia at the time) shortly after my stay in Matara. If he remembers that year, and me, it would be lovely to get back in touch.
Many thanks for sharing your story. I am relieved to know that he and his family are alive and well, where many sadly perished.
With Best Wishes
Rebecca Mackay, Edinburgh , Scotland
rmacaoidh@gmail.com

Rebecca Mackay said...

Hi Alister
My name is Rebecca Mackay and I am a Canadian living in Scotland -
I have been scouring the Internet to find out what happened to Ranil after the tsunami.Many thanks for your post here. I am so relieved to hear that he and his family are fine, although some perished horribly and I am also sorry to hear this, and also about his beautiful house. I met Ranil back in 1995, when I was staying in Matara over New years Dec 31 1994-1995 and he had invited myself and my partner during our stay there, to his lovely house where we had drinks on the porch. We even saw the crocs in the river.I have looked at google earth to find his house and saw that it had been swept away, but, am so relieved to know he is safe. When I was there, we met him through friends of his from the UK who were also staying at the rest house. I even have a photo of him sitting with us in the garden of the rest house. He did give me his business card at the time to keep in touch but when my partner and I separated, i think the card was left with him, and I came to Scotland in 1995 and have scoured my journals to find his contact details to no avail. And I have finally found your blog entry and am so thankful that I did. If you still stay in touch with Ranil , although he may not remember me, please forward the warmest of greetings to him from me. Him, his family, and others in Matara made for such a memorable stay and one I have never forgotten. How relieved I am to find him and his family are fine. If he remembers and would like to get back in touch, I enclose my e mail for forwarding.
With many best wishes
Rebecca Mackay Edinburgh Scotland
rmacaoidh@gmail.com