
0741427052
Trade Paperback
94 pages
Aug 2005
Infinity Publishing
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Excerpt:
The early morning sun had brightened a pale blue, cloudless sky over the small
beach community of Mon Ikeun, a small fishing village in the Muslim province of
Aceh, on the northwestern coast of Sumatra in Indonesia. David Lines, a trim
clean-shaven 40-year-old Australian, his Indonesian wife, Nurma, and their
3-year-old son were up early preparing for a day at the beach. It was Sunday,
December 26, 2004. The new day was starting out as any other in paradise.
The fantastic waves in Aceh had drawn David, an avid surfer, to the
area. After marrying Nurma, a local woman, six years ago, he built his dream
house, constructed of concrete and cinderblock with a tiled roof, near the
beach. The Lines lived six months of the year in Mon Ikeun and the other six
months in Australia, where David is a partner/owner of The Marquee Venue, a
hip-hop nightclub in Sydney. By all measures, he considered himself blessed with
a good life!
Mon Ikeun and the other communities are located on or near
the beautiful beaches of Lhok Nga, a middle-class district and recreational area
of more than 20,000 residents just twenty kilometers southwest of the provincial
capital of Banda Aceh.
These communities enjoyed the area’s only golf
course and tennis and volleyball courts. The white sandy beaches and clear blue
waters of Lhok Nga made it the perfect spot for surfing, swimming, snorkeling,
fishing, and boating. Every Sunday, the beaches were filled with the citizens of
Lhok Nga and the residents of Banda Aceh. They would spend the afternoon and
evening on the beach eating barbecue fish and drinking coffee and tea.
Being near the equator, weather in the area was normally in the
mid-eighties, sometimes in the nineties. The rainy season, when heavy storms
usually occur in the afternoon or at night, is between November and April. As a
result of the tropical climate, local vegetation is dense and quite lush. Here,
one can find a wide variety of tropical trees and plants.
Before the
beaches were filled with people that Sunday, local residents felt a severe
rumbling that lasted almost five minutes. This devastating earthquake, with a
magnitude of 9.0 on the Richter scale, struck at 7:58 a.m.
David reacted
instantly, calling to his wife to grab their son, a few belongings, and to get
into the car. Before he joined his family, however, he had to get a quick
glimpse of the ocean. From an open space near his home, about ten minutes after
the quake, he could see the water receding, revealing a normally submerged coral
reef. Moments later, he heard three loud booms from the ocean and saw a large
wave forming. He knew instinctively they were in imminent danger from the water.
He didn’t know how devastating it would be.
David raced back to the house
and jumped in the car, where his wife and son were anxiously waiting. After
having to drive toward the wave, they turned and headed northeast on the main
road to Banda Aceh. On the way, he picked up people walking along the road and
yelled warnings to others to get to higher ground as soon as possible. As he
briefly looked back at the beach, he could see a wave rushing through the trees.
As he drove inland the road; ahead, was congested with cars, trucks,
motorbikes, and pedestrians fleeing the area, and in some places the road was
blocked by debris from collapsed buildings.
Within minutes, David was
stuck in traffic. He quickly decided to take a detour toward a volleyball court
at the base of a nearby hill. “I wanted to save the car; I knew this was big,
but I didn’t know how big.” After parking his car and making sure all his
passengers were out, he shouted to others fleeing the disaster to follow him as
he and his family headed for the top of the hill.
The first giant
fifty-foot wave came ashore just as David and almost a hundred people reached
the safety of the summit. “Just as we got to the top of the hill, we were
surrounded by raging water,” David remembered. “There were multiple waves, up to
ten, and then another series of two. The waters were rising, trees below were
falling down and debris was getting really thick and moving fast. It was like a
logging camp gone mad.”
Roiling black water surged across the entire
landscape right up to the mountains in the distance. Standing on their hilltop
sanctuary, feeling the ground shake from continuous aftershocks, the survivors
watched the raging water violently rush at them from all sides. Men, women, and
children cried and prayed aloud to Allah.
The waves crushed almost
everything that remained below as the water pushed through the once peaceful
valley toward the city of Banda Aceh. Later, the debris-filled water made a slow
withdrawal to the ocean.
“After an hour the water slowed down to a crawl
and we began to notice people. I’m jumping in the water with an inner tube and
saving them. The problem with saving people at that stage wasn’t the water,
because I’m a surfer. The problem was getting through the debris, which was
hundreds of meters wide: wood with nails in it, corrugated iron, refrigerators,
dead animals, but no dead bodies at that stage,” David explained.
David’s family and the others who’d escaped remained on the hilltop for
the rest of the day and night. By the next morning the water had receded, and
they could all see for the first time the totality of destruction that the
tsunami had caused. The communities of Lhok Nga had disappeared along with most
of the inhabitants and all of the homes!
Although he said he didn’t see
any dead bodies during the tsunami, David added, “I’ve seen about 500 bodies
since then. My wife’s family lost thirty of its members. Eighty percent of my
village is dead and one hundred percent of the homes are wiped out...gone!”