Reality is quite different.
It’s now five days since we were hit, and two days since the cyclone was predicted to return in force and with greater intensity. Thankfully, it chose to track a little further north than expected. Even so we were still battered by gale force winds and rain. Today, Sunday, that same weather lingers as gusty winds, driving rain, rough seas and gloomy, depressed skies. A combination guaranteed to keep us indoors where there is nothing to do except read and write, and drink copious amounts of coffee.
And while there’s been no lasting damage to the resort, the buildings remain peppered with leaves and vegetation ripped up and slammed against them by the winds. Sand has built up in window joinery, ready to blow inside when dry. Gardens are dotted with tree limbs and palm fronds, and pathways are blocked. The beach is a disaster zone of washed up coral and weed. And that’s not all. Jagged timbers, tree trunks, plastic bottles, solitary jandals, broken glass, the odd scrap of clothing, and even a plastic crate litter the high tide mark.
Add to that the mountain of wet towels needing to go into the wash, and sodden curtains to be taken down and laundered, and it’s looking like a busy few days once the sun comes out again!