The Veterans' Stories

Lee
Old photos tell us how typhoons always brought devastation to Kai Tak. The airport was wrecked every time they came, be it mildly or badly. How did you get through in times like these?
Lee Ping
Typhoon was what I hated most…
Working in times of typhoon in the 60s  
I was reluctant to work overtime, because I tried and found it very maddening. One time in typhoon I went home in the morning with a colleague who lived in Wan Chai. Then, I found the bus service suspended and the Kowloon City Pier closed; when I got to the Tsim Sha Tsui Pier finally by Bus No.5, I found there was no ferry at all. I was forced to roam about the train terminal in the whole afternoon. There was not a single restaurant opened in Peking Road, so I was starved for the entire day. It was only at 9:00 at night that I found a small boat riding to Wan Chai.
Chan Bing Cheong
Woe is me!  I almost got killed during Wanda…
The dangers and destructions brought by Typhoon Wanda
I drove to work, you see. It was a Sunday and my colleagues who worked the overnight shift were getting off. Since I was the supervisor and lived in Boundary Street, they called me for help. They said, “we can’t make it”. Some of them lived in the Ho Man Tin huts, and they said they were scared. Some lived in Kowloon Walled City — many of them in fact — and they said, “we have no other ways”. The company said they had no coach. My co-workers worried about their family so much; therefore I drove back to the company to escort them home. The street was all cluttered up and I saw electric wires fallen all over. I fetched seven or eight of them, all crammed into my old May Flower. At that time, Ho Man Tin was crowded with huts, and Oi Man Estate was not yet put up. I drove to the Kowloon City Roundabout, but the signs showed that the roads were all closed. To find a way out, I had to go against the traffic direction. I made way from Prince Edward Road and brought them back home. But when I returned I was screwed. It was at St.Teresa’s Church, and the water had risen to the level of my car window. My car was buoyed up and the engine had broken down. I was all by myself, so I could nothing but to run back home. I ran from St.Teresa’s Church to St.Teresa’s Hospital. On my way I saw the rooftop huts and iron sheets flying all over above my head. Whenever I saw them I darted to the sheltered doorway and seized the gate for protection. The wind was strong enough to lift up a man!  Electric wires were all over the street and I was definitely done for if I stepped on them. When I arrived home I was like resurrected! (檢了命)