I was discovering neither my jacket nor shoes were even vaguely waterproof. The rain was lashing so hard that I had to hold the umbrella in two hands, with my wet fingers clasping the plastic canopy to stop it turning inside out. Beneath this plastic shield, the backpack I was wearing across my chest yowled a protest.
Which was frankly a bit rich, since I was wrestling the umbrella for her benefit. Also, this was my second walk in the typhoon that was predicted to be the most powerful storm on record to hit the Greater Tokyo area.Read More