Lessons from a Hurricane

I feel it’s time to record my lessons I learned from a hurricane

  1. Prepare for the aftermath, not so much the Hurricane. While Irma was a slow lasting hurricane (I was stuck in my place for 2 days due to high winds) which made it somewhat unusual. It was when Hurricane Irma left that drove me crazy. Monday, a clear sky, calm winds – all businesses closed. I was low on food, and could go nowhere to buy more. Grocery stores – closed. Restaurants – closed. Even convenience stores – closed. Hurricane Irma wasn’t the catastrophic storm they predicted, it left very little damage. But even with the little damage it left, I still felt stranded due to lack of preparedness.
  2. Prepare for no electricity and no internet for at least a week. If you cannot prepare for this scenario, you should GO. Imagine what you will eat and cook without a refrigerator and electric stove. I was lucky in this storm that I never really lost power, I still ran low on food due to lack of preparedness (I prepared for 2 days).
  3. The time to escape is before mandatory evacuations are issued. You really have to be ahead of the forecasts. When the forecasts are issued, and you join the ‘sheeple’ you will be stuck in gridlock traffic. In the case of Irma, the time to have fled would have been Monday.
  4. Surviving the winds and the storm surge of the Hurricane is not the hard part – the aftermath is. That’s why my first two points deal with the aftermath. But, still, you want to make sure you’re in a sturdy structure (big apartment towers or recently built structures help as they’re built to more stringent codes) and one higher than 30feet from sealevel. Anything else, just go.

The Irma Love Affair

Note: I will write entries to this offline, and post all when the storm passes and I have power/internet connection. Currently I have both, but I expect to lose it tomorrow.

Background: I’ve never experienced a Hurricane before, Mathew came close but stayed enough miles east that all I received was some rain and (very little) wind. I’m situated on Ocean Dr, Miami Beach which is currently under a mandatory evacuation order.

September 8th – 4:54pm: Another Day in Paradise

Just looking at the weather you wouldn’t know anything was wrong. As Irma churns towards Florida, about 300 miles SE of Miami, Miami has lightly breezy conditions, balmy and sunny conditions. What is absent from South Beach is the sound of traffic, horns, screaming and all around chaos. You can hear the birds chirping, the waves crashing. Crossing streets is no longer a frustrating experience. Of course, almost all the people have left. Miami Beach is under a mandatory evacuation since September 7th. And while storm tracks keep putting Irma’s landfall more and more West of Miami, the most destructive quadrant of the storm – the North East sector – will pummel Miami still with storm surge and rain. 7-10 feet storm surge is expected, which will reduce the barrier island of Miami Beach to just another sandbar. My decision to stay comes with the realization I will be trapped in my apartment for days without power, – and potentially cell-service – and unable to leave my building due to storm surge.

But be that as it may, not everyone has left. A local restaurant owner decided to stay and keep his shop open “until the storm hits.” When pressed, he says he’s frustrated with all the hurricane predictions that turned out to be duds.

Looking at my balcony, I see two people fighting the waves. Waves are unusual in Miami Beach, due to the protective reef (the third largest barrier reef) just offshore blocking swells. I see a surfer running frantically to the ocean – either too excited or on some deadline – for surfing.

My building has shut down power to the elevators as a safety mechanism so no one is trapped there during the storm. Emergency Services will be suspended as it hits, so you get stuck there, hope you don’t suffocate because no firefighters or police will come to your rescue until Irma passes.

As I’m making my long way down the stairs, I see a couple with supplies (mostly alcohol) in seemingly high spirits.

It seems hurricanes divide people. Most seem to run, evacuate whereas a few stay, excited. They plan to drink, surf, and celebrate this force of Nature. I wonder if some psychological attributes distinguish these two groups. Of course, it can simply be naivety. A lot of people who demand to know why I’m not leaving ask me if I ever experienced a hurricane before. I stammer: no. And they exclaim – yes, obviously, otherwise you’d be leaving. Perhaps some can learn from other’s mistakes and other’s need to make them for themselves. I always have been the latter.

As I peer over my balcony, I notice a few cars still in the parking lot. They will be the first causality of the storm surge. Wonder if the owners are even here. A lot of the people in my building are part-time residents.

September 8th – 7:41pm: Sunset

Tomorrow conditions are expected to begin to degrade throughout the day. But as of tonight, besides a very breezy evening, nothing is out of the ordinary. A beautiful evening.

There were 3 businesses opened I was using, now there is only one. The other two simply closed, shuttered up, and got out of town. With only one choice, I stopped in and almost did a double-take. Anderson Cooper (from CNN) was dining with someone I did not recognize. After I order my food, I call out, “you’re Anderson Cooper, right?” He turns around, and says rather unimpressed: “Yes, I’m.”

From here, we have no interaction, neither does he have much interaction with the person sitting at his table, glued to his phone, like everyone is today. After some time, he got up, brought his dishes to the waitress/cashier (a very nice gesture) and paid a 20% tip. He disappeared.

After, I finished, I decided to take a stroll on Ocean Dr. News van, after news van had staked out their portion of Ocean Dr, almost to give the illusion while filming that they’re braving the conditions on their own.

The last of the evacuees have left Miami Beach. The rest are residents, first responders, and news-reporters.

September 9th – 0:00am: Irma is coming

After talking with an old friend for over 3 hours, I noticed something different. Lightning. I peaked outside to see a strong wind blowing the coconut palms back, waves piling up menacingly. One look at the doppler radar confirmed my suspicion – the outer squall bands of Irma have finally found their way to Miami.

I was expecting more time before conditions soured, afterall landfall is only expected for Sunday. But this hurricane is a beast – 400 miles in diameter.

So far, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. Power is still here, no flooding. Let’s see how much longer this goes.

September 9th -4:30pm: Irma is not coming

According to updated tracks, Irma will make landfall on the western side of Florida. However since these tracks have been repeatedly wrong, biased towards to the East, it’s quite possible the eye of Irma doesn’t come ashore the Florida peninsula.

That doesn’t mean we haven’t been feeling the effects of Irma. Howling win, clouds and rain have been going on all night and day. But really, nothing super out of the ordinary. Still have power, no flooding, etc.

The test will be by tomorrow afternoon, when Irma is expected to make landfall. Will there be storm surge, or widespread power outages? Mayor Philip Levine (of Miami Beach) has already issued a mandatory curfew – from 8pm to 7am, no one on the streets for tonight, tomorrow, and Monday night.

Ultimately I spent most of today sleeping, partly due to the pain of my injuries, partly due to the weather conditions outside. So far this hurricane has been a joke, at least in the Miami area.

September 10th -6:16am:The howling wind

As Irma makes its slow course towards the north, we down in Miami Beach are firmly in its NE quadrant. Constant wind, rain. While I haven’t lost power yet, my internet (Atlantic Broadband) is gone. I still have a cellular single though.

What’s remarkable, at least for a person experiencing their first hurricane, is how consistent the wind is. There are no lulls, just nonstop assault for hours and hours.

My hurricane proof balcony doors are so far holding, but every now and then they groan, as if to betray they may not hold.

And all of this for a storm where the eyewall is hundreds of miles away. Just imagine what it would be like if the original forecast held?

September 10th -9:10pm: And there goes my first Hurricane

I wonder if your first Hurricane is like your first love? More hype than substance?

While I was not directly hit by the eyewall of Irma (which was a Category 4 storm as it swung by me and impacted Key West, then Marco Island and finally the Gulf Coast of Florida), the only aspect I can say that separated Irma from a severe squall was just the persistence. Strong, howling winds for at least 24 hours.

I have been trapped in my condo for 48 hours, and realized that my supplies would have been woefully inadequate if I needed to rely on them for much longer. Just sandwiches for 2 days, ugh. I should have bought some frozen pizzas.

While the power flickered in and out at one moment, I never fully lost power. I did however lose internet. According to the Miami Beach mayor, Philip Levine, this is because my internet provider lost power.

And no flooding to talk about in my area. It seemed the sand dunes kept the ocean at bay. I hear that Miami, especially in the DT and Brickell areas has experienced catastrophic flooding however.

I did venture on my balcony and then outside to experience the winds first hand. The winds made it hard to walk, and at one point tore off my glasses and sent them flying into the abyss. Video’s below.

The damage I see in my area are some fallen trees and a gate ripped out of the ground. Nothing major, except my favorite coconut, tall and majestic and visible from my balcony and the ocean was a casualty. Snapped in half by the winds.

According to the mayor of Miami Beach, access back to the island will be restricted until crews get a chance to come back tomorrow and clear up. Curfew still in effect for tonight and tomorrow. Looks like I will need to rely on sandwiches a bit longer.

The winds have died down, the ocean is still crashing.

Conclusion:

Hurricane Irma has left behind a lot of landscaping damage, trees are down all over Miami Beach. Supposedly, areas of Miami (such as Brickell) experienced severe storm surge and a lot of property damage.

Power and Internet come and go unexpectedly, even 2 days after Hurricane Irma has left. Supposedly 15 million people in Florida lost power at one point.

As of September 12th, curfews still exist and many businesses are closed.

This is the before and after picture from my balcony.

My Injuries and the Calm Before Irma

I returned to Miami Beach on September 4th to get checked in by an American doctor, and also treated and possibly operated on (if need be). Turns out, as of writing this (September 7th) I have:

  • A Broken thumb which may require surgery
  • Three Broken Ribs
  • An extremely achey shoulder, and while not broken, may have torn ligaments or a rotator cuff.

I will be going for a MRI on my shoulder and a CT Scan on my thumb September 14th to determine if I need anymore treatment. Right now, walking for any length of time or using my left arm is basically impossible. Traveling in this condition would be no fun, so I’m taking some rest.

But it’s not like my stay at my condo in Miami Beach will be without excitement. Hurricane Irma, currently a Category 5, but projected to strike Miami as a Category 4, is hurtling towards me.

I live on Ocean Dr, on Miami Beach, which is now a mandatory evacuation. Never have been through a hurricane, being injured and not knowing where to go, I’ve decided to stay and record this spectacle from my Condo. This maybe one of the worst decisions of my life if some of the models prove accurate (storm surge that will send Miami Beach back to the sea, winds that will tear the facades off buildings, power outages for weeks).

But only one way to find out. #Yolo.

Lessons from Bolivia

Yea, my trip was a disaster but I still can record some lessons for next time.

  1. If you’re traveling on a American Passport, you will need a Visa. It can purchased at El Alto International airport, and I suspect all international airports and border crossings. It will cost you $160, and you will need cash. Bring a copy of your flights into and out of Bolivia, along with a copy of your hotel/tours.
  2. ATMs were basically a miss for me. Every one I tried, my bank rejected. I called my bank in advance to let them know I’d be in Bolivia, but they informed me that Bolivia was a high risk country. In the end, because of my accident, I didn’t need the cash, I suspect some ATMs would have worked but bring cash. On the flipside, all my credit cards worked easily.
  3. If you’re going to bike down Yungas Road, make sure you’re comfortable on a bike and buy Traveler’s insurance, around $20 a day. A clinic visit in Bolivia will easily cost you $500, if not $800 which is what it costed me.
  4. The food is not spectacular in Bolivia, unlike say its neighbor Peru. But try the gin, two versions, one with spices from the Andes and the other with spices from the Amazon.
  5. I’m not sure if this was a product of the hotel I was staying in, but I absolutely didn’t need power adaptors or plug adaptors to run my American fitted electronics. But I’d bring some just to make sure.
  6. If you want to travel to Copacabana from La Paz, be aware that you will need to cross Tiquina, around 2 hours from La Paz, and this closes at 7:30pm. In other words, don’t expect to get into Copacaban super late. Also be aware that there are frequent strikes and barricades. On the positive side, a bus leaves everyday.
  7. Hiring a car with a driver is not an expensive proposition in Bolivia. Around $150 a day, if there is a group of you, this could be a fun and ‘VIP’ way to experience Bolivia.
  8. I felt that the people were very honest, and didn’t feel taken advantage of as I did in other Latin American countries. I was more or less quoted the local rate for taxi fares, even though they very easily could have tricked me into paying 2-3x the price.

What’s up with all the Mora’s in Bolivia wearing fedora hats?

So yeah, my trip to Bolivia was a disaster after my accident, at the beginning of the trip, on Yungas Road left me with a broken thumb, three broken ribs, and possible ligament/rotator cuff tears in my left shoulder. All my plans were hence ruined, and I spent the rest of the trip in my hotel room, in pain.

But before I wrap up Bolivia, I did notice something (and I also noticed this in Peru and parts of Colombia) strange. A lot of native women (Moras, as used in Bolivia) wear fedora hats, but otherwise distinctive native attire.

 

Turns out this hat, the bombin, was introduced to Bolivia and Peru by British railroad workers and instead of catching on with the men, caught on with the women. It’s now apart of ‘traditional’ native costume.

The Most Dangerous Road – September 2nd

Yungas Road, also known as “Death Road” or the “Most Dangerous” definitely lived up that name for me.

The Yungas Road begins around 4,600m above sea-level firmly in the Andes, and finishes around 1,100m in the jungles. Called “Death Road” because of the amount of sacrifice took to built it, and the “Most Dangerous” Road due to averaging around 300 deaths a year before 2006.

It has also become a popular tourist attraction and I chose to partake. About 20kms down the road, going at a high rate of speed, I lost control of my bike and wiped out. I lost consciousness and when I came to, it seemed everything hurt.

I was transported to a clinic, and much to my regret (since I didn’t buy traveler’s insurance) was forced to pay for all the procedure’s out of pocket, something that ran me around 800USD due to the CATScans performed (in contrast traveler’s insurance is about 20$ per day).

While my CATScans did not show any broken bones to the collarbone, ribs, or vertebrae (thank God), an X-Ray did show my left-thumb was broken. Not wanting to pay another 5,000 USD for a surgery, I elected to go back to the USA and find out. Also, my left shoulder blade is killing me and I suspect I tore my rotator cuff since my shoulder briefly dislocated while taking off my shirt.

These severely is ruining my stated goal of traveling. We shall see what happens when I get back to Miami for medical treatment.

Me in my hotel and X-ray:

 

Pictures I managed to take before the crash:

Pictures taken of the group (by the organizers, both before and after my crash):

My Story

Today is August 30th, 2017.  I live in Miami Beach.

I’m an iOS developer. A freelancer. I can work and live from anywhere. So I’m going to test this out. Tomorrow I’m going to fly to Bolivia. And from there, I’m going to keep traveling until I can no longer stand another hotel pillow, or the inside of an airport cabin.

What follows is my adventure. I don’t know when or where this will end. Some decisions will be made on the fly. Contact me to offer your suggestions as this goes along.

What you will find here are my impressions of common tourist destinations and some exotic ones. Hopefully this will be informative for everyone involved.