I write from the path of hurricane Omar. It’s scheduled to gain strength to a category two, and beat the tar out of Tortola this evening. We were first summoned off the water, and then kicked off the boat into a villa up the hill. So here we sit, waiting for the rain to subside.
The exodus from the yacht club was entertaining. Dozens of people with the resources to hire a yacht for a week, but without the brains to flee a big storm. Think ‘upscale refugee camp.’
Spirits are high, restaurants are open, and the winds are increasing. See you on the flip side.
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