I step outside this morning to see wisps of clouds floating by Orion’s belt--no signs of hurricane forces. Yet, the latest hurricane watch shows Tomas bearing down towards us and should be presenting himself by this afternoon, earlier than predicted.
By 5 a.m. the wind on my face was from more than the fan in my tent.
I exit my tent at 6:30 a.m. to watch the clouds rolling in. The camp is abuzz. We are packing up. The tents are coming down and we are moving over to the only permanent structure around. It will be snug and it will be hot. We will not have shower facilities for the duration so it will be smelly, too.
We bunker down in the medium-sized building--likely the safest place on the grounds. All 100 plus delegates bed down together in the small space. It isn’t as bad as I thought. We actually have a bit of space to manoeuvre.
By 9 p.m. the cloud cover moved a bit higher and the winds calms down a bit. We take this opportunity to head to the showers--likely we will not be able to leave the building by morning.
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