How I Survived Hurricane Maria – Part 1

Hurricane Maria Stripped Hills Off Vegetation and Pulverized Entire Hillsides

Hurricane Maria Stripped Hills Off Vegetation and Pulverized Entire Hillsides

Hello friends,

The “lucky to be live” may be an overused phrase, but for me it has taken a whole new meaning. For what it’s worth, I’m alive. I survived Hurricane Maria, but as much as that may sound like something to brag about, fact of a matter is, there wasn’t a single soul in Dominica who wouldn’t have been shitting their pants on the night of September 18, 2017. That includes me.

I really don’t see the point in pretending to be macho and saying I didn’t even wink during the hurricane. There was an immensely deadly force unleashing its full, devastating power outside my door, and the only thing separating me from certain death were the walls around me. If any part of the house got breached, I’d be dead. That’s not even a maybe. That’s a guarantee.

The power Hurricane Maria hit us with was out of this world. This wasn’t one of those hurricanes where you can tie yourself to a tree and let the wind flop you around for a YouTube video. Maria would tear you to shreds along with that tree before you got to do your first flop. Maria didn’t just level houses, she moved entire hills, cleared whole mountains of vegetation, carved new river beds into the earth and sealed the old ones with piles of massive boulders. There would have been negative chance of surviving for a human exposed to it, including humans who had a breach in their shelter. If Maria blasted your door, you’re a stain on the wall, and everything else in the house is pulverized to dust. So yeah, let me be honest here even if someone uses it to picture me as chicken shit – I was scared shitless. You couldn’t put a sharpened hair up my ass I was clenching them so tight…

September 17, 2017

The effects of Maria started to be felt on September 17, a whole day before the hurricane proper made its landfall. The severe weather disturbance Maria was pushing in front of it brought with it extraordinarily heavy rains and strong winds, but nothing that this island hasn’t seen before. At that time, Hurricane Maria was a Category 1 Hurricane, but while the services on the island remained operational, we were being warned that it is rapidly strengthening and is about to become a major hurricane.

The landfall was forecast for Monday evening and was expected to last into Tuesday morning. I spent most of Monday fortifying the house, went to fill up my bottles with water, and holed in for the blast. I was able to post a quick update with the video of the weather disturbance that preceded Hurricane Maria, but minutes later, at around 6pm, the wind really picked up, utility tower started to crash and crumble all around me and we lost the power and the internet.

At that time, I thought to myself: “That’s hands down the worst time for the power to go out.” Because of Dominica’s proximity to the Equator, there are minimal fluctuations between dusk and dawn, which happen around 6pm and 6am respectively all year round. In other words, unlike in countries further up the hemisphere, who experience longer days in Summer, but longer nights in Winter, the closer to the Equator you are, the less prominent that difference is. Furthermore, the closer to the Equator you are, the less gradual the change from day to night. In other words again, so close to the Equator as Dominica is, the daylight doesn’t gradually fade away over a period of minutes, but rather goes pretty quickly from daylight to nighttime.

So when the power went out at 6pm, my initial thought was about the really bad timing for it. Had we lost it sooner, there would still be some daylight left, so perhaps the technicians may be able to repair some of it for at least partial power restoration. If we lost it later, then I wouldn’t have to turn to the candles so early. It was clear that with the power going out at 6, nobody’s going to repair it because it’s already dark, and the combination of strong wind and heavy rain would make any kind of outdoor work an impossibility. Little did I know at that time what was yet to come.

The second concern I had after losing the power was the heat. See, Dominica is a tropical country and it’s hot and humid here year round. The house I’m renting doesn’t have much of anything to shade it around, so it’s always stuffy hot inside. Electricity is very expensive in Dominica so I always tried to make do with just the little breeze I could get by opening all windows, and only turned the fan on when it wasn’t enough and I just could not control the sweat. The house has no AC (it’s a cheap house which I rented because it doesn’t cost too much by Dominican standards).

Excessive sweating was a concern because I suffer recurrent kidney stones and need to drink a lot of water every day – more than an average person. Furthermore, the liquids you lose by sweating would need to be replenished, and hurricanes are known to have triggered landslides and washed away bridges in Dominica, cutting affected people off from the rest of the world. I filled up my bottles before hand so I had enough water to last me about 5 days, if used moderately and properly rationed, so should Maria cause something of sorts, consuming a significant part of my water rations on day 1 could have devastating impact on future survival.

So now with the power gone, I could not turn on the fan. And with the proper mayhem happening outside, there was no way I could open a window. Even the smallest crack would be akin to opening the floodgates of hell. It would result in complete destruction of the room and everyone/everything in it. The fact that I wouldn’t be able to close it if I opened it, due to the sheer force of the wind that would enter the crack would be irrelevant, as I’d be dead on second 1. Maybe 2 if I got lucky.

Before Maria’s arrival, I reinforced all windows with shutters consisting of wooden boards I nailed into the frame around it, but left a small gap at the bottom where I placed steel bars that wouldn’t let anything larger than 3 inches through. Granted, a small rock could still blast through and cause damage, but being hit by a rock that can fit in a palm, versus a boulder thrice the size of your head makes hell of a difference.

So there I was, crouching quietly in my room, concerned at the time with such things as not being able to give you guys any more updates, and being too hot without the ability to cool off in any way. Shortly after the power went out, my landlady texted me asking how the house was handling the storm, and if everything was OK with me. I replied that the wind was seriously strong and the house is getting battered, but it was still standing without any signs of giving in. I hit the SEND button, but noticed the text was taking way too long to send. Then I noticed that I barely had a bar of signal strength. I lived in this house for 2 months and had 5 bars the whole time. It became clear to me that the hurricane destroyed the signal towers near me, and I was barely just picking up signal from some distant tower that was still somehow standing through all this.

Hurricane Proper

Shit was bad, I knew the hurricane finally arrived, but the whole island was pitch dark so I was unable to see anything. I found not being able to see what’s going on outside very tormenting. The sound the hurricane was making was absolutely disastrous. It was pure massacre in real time, yet it was this sensory deprivation of the carnage I found myself in the middle of that jumped to the top of the list of my biggest concerns at the time.

As the carnage outside continued, with not many other options left, I decided to spend the hurricane in style and first rolled up a fat one to smoke, and then jerked it off to the sound of shit being smashed outside.

The noise the hurricane was making was too much to sleep through, but I still felt reasonably safe, and as I lay in bed, I realized my brain has been shaking from the immensely loud, low pitch noise that sounded as if I had my head in a huge turbine. It’s like a jet fuel engine was running full blast next to my house. The intensity and the volume of the sound was comparable to a air-raid siren, with the only difference being that the tone of a siren is rather high pitch, whereas this turbine noise was very low frequency, somewhere on the lower end of audible sounds, but very loud and intense, and continuous, much like a siren.

Strangely enough, I did not notice the noise begin. I only noticed it when it was already this loud. It somehow gradually crept in and with other loud noises of wind blasting into my house and objects flying around and crashing into things, I didn’t notice it until it was full blast.

Upon the initial notice, I thought that maybe one of the neighbours is running a huge generator and that’s making the noise, but 1 I realized there was no bloody way anybody could possibly run a generator in this weather. That thing would get ripped out of wherever it stands, carried 5 miles and dumped into the Caribbean Sea. Ain’t no fucking way anybody would walk out in this wind to start an outdoor generator and leave it running. Just ain’t no fucking way. So what the hell was making that intense noise, I thought to myself?

I’ve been through hurricanes before. I lived through a very powerful Category 3 Hurricane and it was not pretty. It was terrifying on every level imaginable and then some. At this stage of Hurricane Maria, her effects and the terror factors were just like that. I was hoping Maria would not get this strong, but she did. I knew in this moment my initial cavalier attitude of thinking that I would smoke weed and jerk off through it was gonna get slapped out of me real fucking fast. I started to fear the worse as it was clear the electricity will not be coming back anytime soon. I couldn’t see shit, but the sound of doom outdoor left no doubt in my mind that no power line has been left standing. I heard them crashing down, I heard the cables snap and whip through the air like the whip of Belrog.

From Bad to Worse

By around 7pm, my landlady texted me one more time, saying: “Hang in there, it’s gonna get worse”. And I’m thinking to myself – maybe for you, for me it already got worse. Just wait for it.

I was gonna reply to her with a text, but the text failed to send. The wind picked up to the point that it destroyed all remaining towers so I was effectively cut off from the outside world. Boxed inside the house alone, the best I could do is pray the hurricane doesn’t breach it.

By that time, the intense and unrelenting turbine sound started to feel like it’s giving me a headache. It was really painful on the ears, and it’s low frequency very hard on the brain.

Come 7:30 or thereabout, the turbine noise changed. It sounded as if somebody turned it up from level 1 to level 10. It got severely louder, severely more intense, and severely stronger. At the same time, the intensity of the wind and rain went up 10 fold. Also at the same time, air pressure severely changed, causing intense ear pain and imbalance on the ear drum. I had to equalize the pressure several times – those of you who took a diving course will know what I mean.

It went from absolute carnage that destroyed power lines and cell towers, to an Armageddon type end of the world shit plus some. My heartbeat went through the roof and I felt severe stomach tension – not sure if it was fear induced, or the massive change in air pressure had anything to do with it.

I ran out of my room after a first vehicle was slammed into the wall. The banging of cars, houses and entire trees being tossed around and slammed into each other was only overpowered by that turbine sound that got multiple times more intense that it was when the power of the hurricane was in around the Category 3 range.

I ran out of my room and cowered in the tiny hallway leading to the house’s bathroom. It’s only about 80cm wide with walls on 3 sides and all 3 walls are inner walls, meaning before these are breached, outer walls would have to be breached first. My room was a corner room so it had 2 outer walls. I knew I was not safe there.

Unfortunately, the little corridor I was in was only walled in on 3 sides and 1 side was open. It was the side facing what I considered the weakest point of the house – the main door. The wind was applying so much pressure on that door, I started to fear the hinges will not hold. So I fashioned a barrier around the open side of the corridor by piling armchairs and other furniture around it and hid in the tiny space.

The diabolical sound of the force of nature outside is difficult to put into words. No such words as “terrifying” do it any justice. Unfortunately for me, moments after I holed myself in, the wind blasted the towel I stuffed under the door out, and water started pouring in by tankloads. Within a minute I had 2 inches of water all over the floor.

As part of my fortifying the house, I sealed all cracks as much as I could. There was a tiny, maybe 2mm wide space between the floor and the door, so I folded a towel multiple times, rammed it under the door and then forced the door shut with the towel in there. It took superhuman force to shut that door because I folded the towel up too much, but I knew that thanks to that, it will stay there and it will help to keep the door sealed in place. But Hurricane Maria just laughed it out.

It felt like someone with one of those massive, industrial, high pressure water pumps that pump 100 gallons of water per second and can empty entire lakes, is outside my door, blasting it with that destructive power of that water. It blasted off that towel, and through that small space, as well as other nigh invisible cracks I did not know existed, water started pouring in. I then spent most of the time while the wind was this strong standing by the door, trying to keep the towel at least near the door so water and dirt/debris stop coming in so readily and in such high volume.

Then, part of my roof got blown off and water started dripping in from the ceiling. The carnage outside was beyond words. I knew right away there was no bloody way this was a Category 3 or a Category 4 hurricane. This sounded way beyond even Category 5 Hurricane, which is considered the highest achievable. What Maria was blasting us with, if that’s still considered Category 5, then it must be on the uppermost level of it, level few storms ever reach.

This massive carnage lasted for about an hour, though as I kept fighting with the wind, trying to prevent more water from pouring in, exerting enormous amount of energy to stay alive, it felt much longer. My heart was jumping out of the chest. My brain was fogging from the intense turbine noise. And the carnage was just not letting go.

Relentless

I stood by the door, holding it cause it sounded like the wind is gonna blow it in, praying for a break in its strength so I can make a quick run into my room to get the keys. The door has two locks – 1 knob lockable from the inside with just a turning button, and one key lock you need the key for both the inside and outside operation. I generally only lock that one when I leave the house. While I’m inside, I just lock the knob so I can easily unlock it if somebody knocks, or if I need to step out.

Unfortunately, I only locked the knob before the hurricane and when that main blast of the core arrived, I knew the door is not gonna last and I desperately wanted to have both locks engaged, so I have an extra point that will keep the door attached to the frame. I just needed a minute of lesser wind intensity to let go off the door and get the key. That break didn’t come for the longest time.

At the same time, water started dripping in through the ceiling. I guessed the hurricane took part of the roof and caused water to get onto the ceiling and through there, into the house. I had all my property on raised platforms, and thus safe from water on the floor, but now that water was also coming from the ceiling, there wasn’t a safe place to store my electronic devices and other property. Meanwhile, I’m stuck holding the door, my feet are drowning in water, as more water drips on my head.

While it seemed to me as though the wind intensity has not slowed down, after about an hour I noticed that the turbine noise, which had gone from 1 to 10 to announce the arrival of the hurricane core, returned back to 1. The wind retained the force exceeding Category 5, but the turbine noise made me feel I can let go off the door to get the key and engage the lock.

A Bit of Relief

I returned back to the hole in the corridor, but was no longer able to sit on the floor due to a large puddle of water being there and everywhere in the house. I stood there for a while, while wind continued raging outside, until I noticed the turbine sound going away. I didn’t hear it coming, as it somehow came in gradually and got mixed up with the noise of the wind banging into things and throwing things about, but I heard it going away, perhaps because I was paying attention to it this time around.

I thought to myself – this was the most terrifying experience of my life. Absolute horror on every level imaginable. The line between life and death I was treading was so thin, at any given time I was half a second away from certain death. If at any time the wind breached the door, I’d fly with it like a cannon ball, through the wall on the opposite side and into the hill side 100 meter behind the house where I’d be buried deep in the muddy soil. Not a grain of exaggeration in this or any other paragraph. As a matter of fact, I don’t think this description comes anywhere near to the horror Maria brought with her in real life. That level of horror cannot be described. One would have to experience it to know what it really feels like.

Usually, when people have a near death experience, the moment you brush with death only lasts for a short moment. After it, it’s all about utter disbelief and asking oneself “What the actual fucking fuck. I almost fucking died. Holy shit that was scary“. For me, that moment of pure death actively pulling me with all she has into the underworld lasted over an hour. I wished for the opportunity to say to myself “What the actual fucking fuck. I almost fucking died. Holy shit that was scary“, but to get to that point, the death would have to loosen her grip, which she hadn’t for way too long.

After the turbine sound passed and vanished, even though the wind and rain remained extremely intense, I started to experience the feeling of relief that even though this was the most brutal experience of my life and the Grim Reaper’s hand was all the way on my balls and pulling, I somehow slipped his grasp and got to live another day. Or so I thought.

I returned into my room, wet from all the water and debris on the floor, and laid on the bed to finally give my feet a chance to dry up. I searched the house for a mop, but did not find out. My landlady rented me the room, but didn’t leave any household maintenance tools for my use. Any attempt at opening the door would result in certain death, given the force the wind retained, plus it’s pitch dark and a candle only gives you so much light, so it was clear I will have to wait until daylight to deal with all this water.

I quickly assessed water damage to my property and realized both my laptop and my cell phone are drenched. I immediately removed batteries from both, dried them up as much as I could, though that wasn’t easy with everything around me being soaked and with water still dripping in uncontrollably, and prayed they’d still work when I try them out during daylight hours. Messing around with them in pitch dark as carnage destroys the world around me would have been foolish.

I laid down in my partially wet bed with my heart pumping like mad and my brain struggling with coming to terms with what had just transpired, I began the deep breathing exercises to calm me down, and lit up a candle under a diffuser I filled up with calming lavender essential oil.

The carnage outside was about as bad as before the core arrived, which was really bad and destructive, but not Armageddon bad that’s wiping out all in its path.

Not Done Yet

I stayed in bed for an unspecified amount of time, maybe close to an hour, and just as I began regaining my composure and my heartbeat slowed down, the turbine sound came back, but this time I heard it, and this time it went from 0 to 10 in one second, and then from 10 to 20 in the next second. Not gradual like before – it went straight into the Armageddon mode squared in an instant. And in the same instant, the air pressure once again significantly changed, and the carnage of the core I fought with before came back, only this time twice as hard and lasting twice as long. What a fucking mind trick it pull on me with that break. In hindsight, I guess that break was the eye of the storm where it’s calm. And even though Maria’s eye was not entirely calm, as it was in the destructive Category 3 range, the core around it was beyond Category 5 and when that second wave arrived, it made it clear from the first second that the previous blasts were just a gentle warm up.

This is where it got seriously serious. The wind came back with so much power, the previous wave felt like a breeze. Right the first blast came with absolutely everything it had, it banged like mad upon impact onto us and everything but the strongest built and deepest rooted structures stood their ground. Everything else flew. Cars, shipping containers, entire houses, massive trees, entire hills.

Maria changed the topography of Dominica. It would take a hillside and pulverize it into mud, which then got deposited on the ground around the objects it hit. I had about a foot of mud everywhere around the house. I was lucky. In Roseau (capital of Dominica), there are houses buried up to their roofs in mud brought it by the hurricane from the hills it dissolved.

Hills that stood firm didn’t get moved, but got stripped of vegetation. Let me pause here for a minute and just note that Dominica is an island of volcanic origin located in the Caribbean, smack in the middle of the entry to the Caribbean Hurricane Belt. This island that has been here for millions of years has been battered by hurricanes and tropical storms multiple times each year.

Vegetation that grows and thrives on this lush and green island has well adapted to hurricanes, otherwise it wouldn’t survive and the island would be barren. So all these local plants, in particular trees, as grasses are usually very flexible and don’t grow that high (except bamboo, which is a grass and does grow high as trees), have something to them that allows them to survive and thrive despite being regularly battered by hurricane force winds several times a year.

Oftentimes it’s flexibility. Most palm trees are very flexible and will bend all the way to the ground under severe wind pressure. Bamboo as well, even though its grass, it really grows into a tree, is very flexible. Bamboo also grows in clusters, within which individual shoots support each other. They too will bend without breaking all the way to the ground and whereas they don’t rely on each individual’s strength, as they grow in a cluster close to one another, when the storm passes, they just spring back up and continue growing upward.

Other trees are very hard and sturdy, and have equally hard and sturdy branches, as well as well rooted roots. Trees like bay are always a welcome companion on steep hills for a wilderness man, for you know you can grab even the tiniest branch and hang your entire weight on it and it won’t break off. Mahogany and similar trees are alike.

These trees have these characteristics because otherwise they wouldn’t survive on an island like Dominica. So most of the time when a hurricane arrives, the vegetation is right where it was before the hurricane. But Maria wasn’t just your regular hurricane. She ripped those trees up like they were made of butter. She ripped them out with roots, or just ripped them in half and took the top, or with the sturdiest of trees, ripped out all their crowns, leaving just their trunk and a few bare branches.

In the Botanical Gardens in Roseau, there used to be humongous, majestic trees. These old trees are centuries old and have been the pride of the Gardens for decades. Over the centuries, these trees withstood hundreds of hurricanes. But Hurricane Maria of 2017 ripped them out of the ground and threw them down wherever she wished.

This rear end of Maria’s core brought with it destruction of unprecedented magnitude. I don’t even want to begin thinking about how Dominica could possibly recover from this. Where do you even start. The entire city of Roseau, every street is under mud up to 2 meters high. Every bridge I’ve seen, and wouldn’t be surprised if every bridge in the country was either completely destroyed, or damaged to the point that no expert would declare it safe for driving on. 90% of roads are either destroyed, or buried under thick layer of mud and debris from the rainforest (leaves, branches, entire trees, etc).

The entire upscale community of Morne Bruce, where the Prime Minister has his residence, has been ravaged, with many properties razed to the ground. Every single utility post has been damaged in some way, either completely torn out, snapped in half, cracked across, or otherwise damaged beyond repair. Cell phone towers destroyed. Water and sewage systems destroyed. Airports destroyed. Businesses destroyed. I mean – there is nothing but carnage on every step in Dominica everywhere right now and so far no cleaning, repairing, restoring or similar works have been initiated. I mean seriously, where do you even start?

If the government were to focus its entire emergency crew on cleaning the road between me and Roseau, it would take them months just to clean the 5km stretch, and when done, the road would still not be drivable because bridges have been damaged, and the soil under the road was swept away in number of places. All this would have to be repaired for this one short stretch of the road to reopen. That’s a job for a year at least, provided you got billions of $$$ on hand to get the work started right away and going at full speed until completion, and the capacity to bring heavy machinery by helicopter where it’s needed, as it can’t get anywhere by road.

Anyway – so this second wave, which was the rear end of the core, came with much more force than the impossibly powerful front end. I could not possibly, in any capacity, put into words what it felt like for me being alone in the house that was being hammered by this outworldly force. This time around I could not afford to cower in the narrow corridor. The wind blasts into my front door were so powerful, the hinges were cracking. With three hinges anchoring the door on the left, and two locks close to each other on the right, this door, even though specially reinforced, was not gonna last. I mean, this hurricane broke, I mean broke – as in snapped in half, the metal gate in front of my house. Wooden door with wooden frame were not gonna hold it out.

The wind’s pressure on the door felt as if an army of Morgoth was trying to bring my door down by ramming it with a 50k ton Grunt. When I saw those hinges cracking, I had no option but use all the power I had in me against the power of Hurricane Maria to hold that door in place. If that door was kicked in, I’m dead. Zero question about it. Nada, None. Dead, they wouldn’t probably find me. I’d be molecularily dispersed into thin air.

With my options being I either hold this door, or die, I pushed that sucker for dear life. It took all the energy I got out of me, and I was praying for the force of the wind to slow down for at least a minute so I can at least catch some breath and regain composure, but that sucker never let go. It came all guns blazing, and blazed all the way through. Not a second of break. And that force was not only physically draining, but also mentally.

The constant sound of banging all around me was making the whole experience extra gutclenching. I knew property is being demolished left and right, and each time a big bang shook the ground, it made me feel so much more helpless and powerless. The more it banged, the more severe the bangs got, the more I realized this girl is not slowing down. I guess I kept this hopeless wish in my mind that if banging stopped, it would mean that she got a little less destructive and that would somehow translate into the feeling of diminishing danger?

This second blast never let go, never slowed down, never tried to catch breath itself. Maria went absolute full terror on the island and went and on and on and on. When I was completely out of everything I had for energy reserves, and thought to myself “Are you fucking serious, are you still not done after all this?” she just kept going like she’s just started. The second blast lasted for a very long time. That was simply too long to be this terrified on such relentless basis. I wanted a break to move furniture to the door to either directly wedge it against it, or provide extra weight to it. I never got that opportunity. And the wind of epic force kept going at the absolute full of it for about 2 hours. The physical and mental exhaustion this has caused, once again, cannot be put into words.

Imagine sitting in a tiny house that’s nothing special. If anything, it looks old, worn out and shoddy. Now imagine a relentless bombardment begins in the area. Bombs are exploding one after the other, and keep exploding, and they are getting bigger and louder. Each time one explodes, the ground shakes, and all your doors, windows and walls shake with it. Shrapnel are hitting your walls and doors, The blasts of each explosion are causing shock waves that near smash your door in every time. And they just keep exploding and exploding, and keep getting louder and getting closer. All around you, explosion after explosion, ground shaking, cannot stop it, all windows rattling, your head feels like it wants to explode, your ears are losing their hearing, the your door keeps trying to barge in with every massive shock wave and they just keep happening and happening and you got nothing you could do but cower and hope none hits you directly. You can’t step out as the moment you begin the exit, the fast flying shards the air is filled with will riddle you a thousand times over. So you stay inside and hope you’re not next as you fear every second could be your last. And this goes on and on relentlessly for hours.

Of course, as if the terrible force of the hurricane was not bad enough, it also retained its maximum force for way too long. I heard and felt the destruction taking place outside, so it was all about asking: “Have you seriously not had enough? You destroyed all there is to destroy and you’re still going full blast? What more there for you to prove? You’re already the most destructive force of nature to ever hit this island, so give it a break already…” But she wouldn’t, she kept going and destroying, pulverizing hills, sealing shut old river beds and carving out new ones. She really wanted to make sure there is not gonna be a more destructive force to take her off the pedestal.

After about 2 hours, when I noticed the turbine sound go down from 20 to 10, where it was during the first blast, I felt a slight bit of relief, but at the same time realized I felt such relief before, only to have the hurricane return with twice the force. I pretty much knew the core passed right over Dominica and due to that we had one blast followed by the other. It was brutal. But I still wasn’t sure there wasn’t going to be a third blast. Luckily, there wasn’t, but Category 3 force rains remained until first light at 6am.

Part 2 Will Follow

I’m currently on emergency measures and only have this bit of internet using a satellite and a generator. I was allowed to use a computer connected to the generator to type out quick text and then have my 5 minutes of the internet to quickly upload it and post it. Should I have further opportunity to post, I will make an appearance. Should all go well for me today, in a few hours I will be in a helicopter heading out of Dominica. I apologize for unavoidable spelling errors.

I have a few pics and videos, though they are not much. I cannot share them now, though, as I don’t have normal internet. My phone and laptop got damaged, but my GoPro camera (beat up 2nd generation but working) was in waterproof casing and survived. I have not had a way to charge its battery, though, so I was limited in what I could use it for. Also, the hurricane struck in the middle of the night when the entire island was without power. There are no visuals of the carnage it caused.

To all my haters – I’m sorry. The Canadian regime with their unlimited resources tried to rid you off me, but failed. Mother nature then threw the worst that she has at me, yet I’m still here. Maybe try siccing a mosquito on me?

Mark

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188 thoughts on “How I Survived Hurricane Maria – Part 1”

  1. My Goodnes man, what a frightening story.
    Thank God you’re alive my frined.
    Waiting for new updates, very sorry for everything you experienced.
    One millitary expert here in Serbia, says that this cannot be normal at all and that Maria hurricane was created artificially by/with geoengineering(aerosol operations) and God knows what else.

    Here we say when something hit us: “Who knows why is that good” but you probably know this one for sure:
    “What doesn’t kill me, straightened me.”

    Wish you all good buddy, return to us and stay with us out of risky islands and Fashist States like United Snakes and Comandant Mark’s Canada.

    Unpatiently awaiting Vol. 2

    1. You are pretty much square on. Costa Rica is a maybe. Belize is a no go zone (look up what they did to John McAfee). I know a fellow who bought 100 acres of Amazon rainforest for $10k in Peru. I liked the sound of that.

      Need to catch my breath, catch up with shit and then I’ll figure something out. I’m temporarily out of danger, but St. Lucia where I was evacuated today is also smack in the middle of the Caribbean Hurricane Belt. Another hurricane could come at any time and hit this island for a change.

      1. Buenos suerte* , wherever you decide to [email protected] ! ! Maybe best not to reveal where ?
        I always hoped to visit Oz, down under , never made it & am glad now. Far too many p.c. libtards running that island now. But Tasmania or northern new Zealand may be on my bucket list.
        And yes hurricane season may go on til October, possibly even Nov.
        I have friends in rural areas where it’s possible to live comfortably (not totally “0ff grid”) , but on the fringes or remote boundaries of the ” ”
        grid”
        Prosit’ Amigo !
        ¥ @happy

  2. Your experience sounds a lot like how I felt during hurricane Sandy here in NY.. Granted, Sandy didn’t reach nearly the power of Maria.. And where I lived, thankfully the core of the storm did not pass. I lived way out on Long Island. The eye of the storm passed way west of me nearer to New York City.. In those areas, entire homes and businesses were completely destroyed.. Entire communities were wiped off the map altogether! However, the intensity of the storm was not lost near where I lived.. I just remember curling up in my bed, unable to sleep as the sounds of the storm raged outside.. Yes, it felt like forever.. Seeming to never lose strength… The wind howling and unknown objects slamming into the house regularly.. It was horrible.. Luckily for me though, I was not alone.. At the time I lived with 3 friends.. So it was nice to be able to share the horror with others who were equally panicked.. I can’t imagine going through that completely alone.. My hats off to you for having the balls to do it.. Anyway, glad to hear you survived and with a relatively intact home, as I did as well.. Cheers!

    1. I probably should have it, but being me comes with 24/7 hardship so I don’t have the time to suffer PTSD. I have it too difficult for that shit, I need to remain collected and keep on fighting. When you’re Mark Marek, shit gets thrown your way every day of your life and you either battle through, or die. I wish I had the easy life that would afford me the opportunity to whine about PTSD. Unfortunately, that’s only for the sheltered and the privileged.

  3. I generally like to tell women that I’ve had sex with that I am replacing them with a girl and that she has a tighter pussy than they ever could…you know to make them feel like they have a sloppy pussy…all insecure…so I can masterfully control them….

    Then when they get mad, I send them a picture of the blow up doll I am referring too…that plastic pussy all cheap and friction giving…which i need for my small penis…because if you make it about your inadequacies it diffuses their inadequacies while still planting the seed of their inadequacies….allowing you to still masterfully control them…

    Mind tricks baby…mind tricks…

  4. Wow, I’m so glad you’re back. I missed the gore and the flip-flops hindus. This post is so engrossing and intense ( definitely my type) and thanks for the new vocabulary words. You’re talented, you should write somewhere about this. 😉

  5. Wow, just wow the way you described your ordeal Mark I felt like I was reading a fucking script to twister2! In 3d! But seriously I knew deep down that you would punch through this slut of a storm for some reason as many people were bloody worried about you, (I actually pictured you being strapped to a tree shouting “CMON! KILL ME! KILL ME NOW! IM RIGHT HERE KILL ME!!! CMON!!! 🙂 but if the gore were to stop tomorrow and never to be seen again then just know this, you have left your mark on this world and have informed thousands of people of REALITY on this planet and that is a priceless and selfless act to share with absolute strangers that you dont even know. Thank fuck you lived man I mean that from the bottom of my heart Mark. Cheers brother. Hope you can find a place to live your life in a happy and fulfilling way. And with internet! 🙂

    1. Thank you for kind words. I’m of an opinion, and strongly suggest all BG readers, that you guys start looking around for a new site to hang out on, though. I don’t have an operational computer and will have no means to acquire one for a while. The only available path from this point seems to be mandatory vacation. It’s been a fun ride. Best Gore has been the place to be for 9 years. But sooner or later, all things must come to an end.

      1. BG wouldn’t be what it is without you. You have this ability to compose commentaries that are concise, incisive and downright entertaining. I may not agree with everything that you say but I admire the fact you stand by what you believe in and you say things for what you think they are. You Sir have my utmost respect.

      2. I am about to buy a new laptop man have my current one! I dont think you realise that us real brothers/sisters are willing to donate shit to OUR cause, (no shit) fuck it i will buy you a new laptop you are totally worth it. My wife will hate me for a week but she will get over it. Flowers/sex fix everything with her haha let us know how to do this dont be thinking that you are some charity case, you DESERVE THIS MATE. Cmon BG brothers help me out here

    2. I watched Twister the night before because of these fucking hurricanes I fealt like I had to, doubt strapping yourself with belts to them pipes burried into the ground would save you from that cunt Maria though.

      All I could think of was Hodor reading our Marks terrifying ordeal, some major head fucking going on through that shit but I bet Hollywood could make a decent movie out it.

      Glad you’re back with us Mark, no rush to feed us goreites you do what you have to and get yourself sorted first. Tell your landlady your not paying rent, the place shithole. Take care man, see you soon

  6. Man, I was wondering if this little break of no publication on the site had any meaning or not ? but I can also understand that it may sometimes have breaks but it seems that I did not ask questions to myself for anything …

    Maria is a real demon! I did not know you were there … cheez

    with your clear explanations of the nightmare that you could have lived: it is yes surprising that you could have gotten out my friend (glad that you could have escaped in one piece), finally thank you for the explanations because me and probably others also did not know all about it there.

    I get crazy when it just a little water flowing from my ceiling lol! you imagine with you that you could live ???

    is there’s something that does not fall on your head yet?

    i think it’s like fighting with someone we know we can ever beat but you win D 😉
    (f @ ck you Maria).

    again, I’m glad to see you in one piece on BestGore because BestGore cannot be BestGore without you Mr. Mark.

    Take care body

    Dycrow

  7. Good to have the general back safe and well we salute you mark nothing is more frightening than not being in control of your destiny.My friend a beer and a blow job will put you back on track best wishes..

  8. If you didn’t need to exile yourself from thought police state Canada, you wouldn’t have to endure this in the first place. I’m very glad to hear news from you and that you’re ok. Cheers and love from Montreal, you’re a real warrior thanks for fighting!

  9. I was going to suggest some corrections, but knowing you are still at limited technical capacity I’ll give you a pass. Thanks for a very interesting account though. I grew up in south Louisiana, so I can definitely relate, especially to that roaring sounds. I’d like to point out that what you experienced is equivalent to an F3 tornado, probably 100 miles wide, and sustained for several hours. There also is no tidal surge with a tornado.

    The one question I have, is did you ever think this might be some kind of karma, for making fun of so many others that have died? I can’t help but believe that must have crossed your mind.

    1. It has always interested me that people in general take a greater moral stance when it comes to insult to the dead when they tend not to give much of a shit about the currently living.

      For example, they don’t mind that third world children slave away in sweatshops all day long for next to nothing so that they can get their jeans, shirts and other products in the first world cheaper but will shed a tear when that child gets hurt and/or killed as a result of being in that type of environment.

      Funerals are another good example, people crying over the dead when most of them hadn’t even bothered to visit or speak to the dead person in years.

      It all just appears to be worthless posturing and virtue signalling to me. It’s as if they are saying “I cry therefore deep down I am a good person, you do not therefore you are bad” when in reality the ability to shed tears and take “moral” stances has very little to do with actual morals and everything to do with sentimentality.

      To conclude, when a person weeps over the end of something they never really gave a shit about they are guilty of sentimentality, sickening sentimentality. It’s hardly a position to pass judgment on the caring ability of others from.

      1. I definitely agree on the things you had said. It makes us wonder why would people cry about someone’s death even though they cared less about that person let alone not even talked to him/her for years as if the dead didn’t existed in the first place.

        Another thing that I observed is people saying only positive things about the deceased when in fact all they would do is talk smack about that person when he/she was alive.

  10. Dude, despite the fact that we sometimes have differences in opinion, human to human…..much love brutha. I live in the heart of tornado alley and wasn’t very far from the center of destruction in Joplin, Mo. back in 2011. I can’t imagine what it would be like to be in a hurricane, feeling like it’s never going to end. That shit makes an atheist pray. Very glad you made it, man.

    1. @Steve Sanders
      I’m in tornader alley also. Dodged a good amount of storms as well. I’ve never experienced a hurricane. I’ve always thought of them as a steam roller that spends hours smashing everything in its path. The 300/mph winds with an EF5 tornado does the same thing in 90 seconds.

  11. Mark- Although we may not see eye to eye on many subjects, I am grateful for what you do by keeping the site up and going with the realities of today’s world. I am so glad to hear you are ok. My thoughts are with you as you and your community put the pieces back together. Thank you for sharing your experience with us, as terrifying as it was! Peace be with you in the coming weeks.

  12. Living in the center of Florida has saved me from getting hit by the hardest hitting parts of a storm and even getting hit at a category 1, 2 or slight 3 not even near the coast sucks. It’s always crossed my mind how terrifying it must be for the islands and coastal areas to get hit by a deadly cat 3-5. First Harvey, then Irma and now Maria (and Jose, which luckily missed most areas when it was at strength)… this reminds me of 2004 and 2005 on steroids.
    Thank you for updating us and sharing your first hand experience, which I’m sure many on here have no idea what it’s like to get plummeted by a massive hurricane. So glad you are okay. Take the time you need for yourself and your family and home. Sending support your way Mark.

  13. If you would’ve chosen to swim with the fishes (and furniture and cars and corpses) instead of resurfacing and writing this great documentary on how to survive the eye of the storm.
    I had consider sending a petition to ANONYMOUS. *2hack the site.*
    Not only because you abandon us for so long but because you left us with the rainbow hat faggot that got done by porkchops…
    Or the “IT” as everyone is describing “IT”
    As the last post so most everyone (I’m guessing) had to have seen that degenerate freak at least once a day for each day that you were missing.
    Not so cool!
    I must say wholeheartedly I envy your experience.
    It sounded like too much fun with Maria to miss.
    It sounds like so much adventure that you could’ve easily filled all your lifetime’s adventures needs with this one event.
    Everything you described that you went through sounded alot like my life… There tends to be extreme violence in my general surroundings but myself staying pretty calm cause I am, “the eye of the category 5”
    Call me the all state mayhem and you never know when we can cross paths…
    Anyways, you sure are one tough motherfucker for singlehandedly manhandling Maria just like she deserved to.

  14. @happy I don’t comment much, but I am so relieved that you made it through, Mark. Love your descriptive write-up, too. I live in NE Florida and got Maria at a higher end Tropical Storm. Husband drank enough beer to put him out, but I lay in bed listening to the wind hitting our house with 75 mile an hour gusts. I thought the roof was going to fly at times, but just about 6 or 7 shingles flew off. Lost power and internet. So, not too bad damagewise. I can’t even fathom going through a Cat 5. Anyone who says you are a wimp, has never been in a Cat 5 hurricane. Take care, hun

  15. Mark, I don’t say much around here but I’m always here looking for my next gore fix. I just wanna say first, I’m glad you made it out safe. What a story man, it’s like I was there, only safer lol. I couldn’t put it down like a good book it just trapped me in the story from beginning to end. Thanks for the great read and again I’m glad your safe and I hope life can return to normal for you soon.

  16. That was absolutely terrifying. I was reading it carefully and I was scared about what would happen next. But you survived everything. You survived Canada, you survived the hurricane, you are a hero. It is perfectly normal to be terrified for your life in such events. But everything was on your side and you are now alive and well. I hope you haven’t any health problems left, like any problems in the ears from the pressure.
    It was a very terrifying natural disaster, which now has left a small country in ruins. How many lives are destroyed now? Will they be able to rebuild themselves? Also, where are you going now? Will you be safe? Will you be able to communicate with us?
    Also has anyone else heard of the theory that hurrycains with female names are more destructive than those with male names? The idea is that subconsciously people think that a female-sounding hurricane is more gentle, and don’t get well prepared. Now you cannot always prepare for a class 5 hurrycane, but I am just saying in general.

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