PART 3. The winds pick up and we hear horrible bangs against our walls. There are audible gusts of wind, so great that they stand out against the constant sound of death surrounding us; and when they come, I can feel the barometric pressure in my ears, until they pop when that gust ceases. Ceases? Nothing ceases with Mother Nature right now. She's fucking pissed. The adrenaline keeps pumping thru my body, but the outside must stay calm, for Sofia's sake. This is completely normal; this is what you do when you go on vacation. She sits in the bathtub, playing with her tablet; I sit next to her with my striped bag. Don't take that bag from me, I will cut you.
How long did it last? I don't know. From that point forward, time stood still. I lost track of the hours, the days... I looked out the window, seeing the winds pick up tree limbs like feathers. The wind and rain got so thick, that at moments all I could see out the window was white. There were brief moments of clarity when I could see that the bear-proof trash can had been lifted from across the road to our front door, palm trees had been uprooted and toppled over, and the once dense jungle was shredded to pieces. Is this the worst, I thought. Is there another level of hell after this one? What say you, Dante?
To be continued....
📸 Some of the many sunken/destroyed boats on the resort's private bay.