The second was in the Philippines. I was on a diving expedition mapping out a potential marine national park around a small, uninhabited island off Negros Occidental. Just at the end of my month's stay, a typhoon came through. Luckily, the eye went well north of us, near Manila, so we weren't in such high winds as that, but even so, tents and typhoons don't mix too well.
Luckily, too, we were very well sheltered on three sides, with a typhoon beach on the fourth. There was also a hut, which gave some additional shelter to some of the tents (but not to mine). I had a very good geodesic mountain tent, designed for high altitude use, and it stood up very well. I got a crack in one of the poles when some oil drums came adrift and crashed into us, and some tents were lost. Also, the two RIBs anchored in the lagoon were capsized and their engines wiped out. My main worry was coconuts. There were some above us and I was afraid of being killed by one coming through the roof of the tent.
The next day, it was time to leave, but far too rough for boats from the mainland to come to the seaward side where we were, so we had to carry all our packs and diving equipment across the island, through lagoons, to the landward side where the boats were waiting.
🦞 Locked down no longer but still firm friends 🦞
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