Frequent bursts of rain
Walking towards the ferry for our departure, 5 am, a white van chugs along side us to a need-new-brakes screech.The fella driving offers a ride to the dock which we willfully accept with many thank yous. He tells of one of the big hurricanes (I think it was Hugo) ripping through and leaving the aftermath of the Atomic Bomb as he put it. Nothing was left standing. Before the storm Culebra suffered dry, arrid, desert like conditions. Rain would fall maybe once a week, but post-big f'n hurricane, the weather patterns shifted and now Culebra see's a cloud or two open once or twice a day.





