Merapi - Mud Flood

The same day, on the 4th of Novemer, after I left the refugee's camp, a hard rain started to fall, carrying all the ashes from the montain. And the small quiet rivers turned into furious torrents of mud, destroying evrything on their way.
I stopped by one of them.
The paddy fields were gone, the trees falling in the flood, the banks colapsing, and the villager were watching the disaster. What else to do ?

People watching the flood

 This farmer lost all his harvest of rice. and the field gonna be useless for a while.

 This other man sit in front of what was a fish pool. The fishes are gone, dead, nothing left.

A bit farer, a policeman watch the traffic on a bridge that the flood damaged, a crack appeared in the middle.