I remember it was about this time last year _ weeks after my most exhausting time of the year, Elle Fashion Week, and a little bit before Halloween.
Last year, the excitement of Thailand's longest-running fashion event was clouded by the ups and downs of water _ water from the rising sea level flowing upstream and water from the North flowing downstream.
The fashion crowd anxiously looked at the frightening grey sky _ so grey there was definitely more than 50 shades of it _ and spent the in-between-show breaks checking Twitter for news about the flood situation. Not long after my mission at the fashion tent was over, I was confined to my 5th floor ivory tower, surrounded by the stinking brownish sea that stretched for more than 5km from one side of dry land to the other, and the nearest dry port was 400m away. It's not far: normally it's just a few minutes drive. But it's not quite the same on (my mother's) manually-paddled boat.
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