Earl

From Ak’Bol to Caribbean Villas, Ambergris Caye coast nearly stripped of piers

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The "honeymoon cabin" survived. Ak'Bol Yoga Resort's palapa just behind it, did not. All that is left is part of the pier.
The “honeymoon cabin” survived. Ak’Bol Yoga Resort’s palapa just behind it, did not. All that is left is part of the pier.

What’s up dock?

This morning I found the owners of Ak’Bol Yoga Retreat down shore, retrieving canvas curtains and polls from their lovely palapa studio. Which no longer exists. Later some friends told me that the top to the gazebo that once crowned our own dock was down shore and intact on a beach.

“It still has its light fixture.”

A dive shop owner told me he was able to find his compressors underwater and about half of his 60 air tanks.

Everywhere you looked today, people were off in search of their docks, their gear, some remnant of their life that blew away in the Category 1 hurricane Earl last night. Read the rest of this entry »

This is Belize: Seriously, Earl was barely a Class 1 hurricane?

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Part of the Dive Bar pier, I think. So much debris has washed up from so many piers that are no longer there.
Part of the Dive Bar pier, I think. So much debris has washed up from so many piers that are no longer there.

 

This morning, first light, at The Cloisters, Ambergris Caye, Belize.

There is debris everywhere from docks that were wiped out, up the coast. Ours is gone too.

Looking south, The Palapa Bar is gone too. Read the rest of this entry »

This is Belize: We prepare, we sit and we wait . . . for Earl?

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It is mid-afternoon and the surf is picking up energy. The sharp white line in the distance is the barrier reef with pounding waves coming in from the east to rile it up
It is mid-afternoon and the surf is picking up energy. The sharp white line in the distance is the barrier reef with pounding waves coming in from the east to rile it up

We woke up this morning to a glorious Caribbean sunrise with swatches of blue sky amid the gauzy clouds and golden amber glow. A flat sea, still wind and barely visible reef greeted me and my cup of coffee. And mosquitoes, the most murderous panicky mosquitoes I have ever encountered here.

Tonight, I suspect,  will reveal to us one of those many variations of hell that the imaginations of god-fearing mortals have conjured through the ages.

This hell has a name and it is Earl. Read the rest of this entry »