How I Survived Hurricane Maria – Part 2, the Aftermath

How I Survived Hurricane Maria - Part 2, the Aftermath

The wall of text that was Part 1 of the account of my first hand experience living through Hurricane Maria was rather unintended, but that’s how it happened (the wall of text, not the Hurricane). I wrote it while I was still in Dominica and nobody had any electricity. After 5 days completely cut off, not only were all the batteries on the device that still worked depleted, but the important devices were water damaged and I could not use them.

On day 5, I had the first opportunity to get on someone else’s computer powered by a diesel generator. I was only given limited amount of time, but the people who gave it to me got distracted by all the shitstorm around, so unintentionally I ended up getting a whooping 2 hours of computer use that wasn’t running out of batteries. I made sure I take full advantage of it and I wrote like mad. Unfortunately, when they returned, I was given 5 minutes to wrap it up, so the text I was working on had to be quickly wrapped up too, which is why the ending of Part 1 is so rough along the edges. I saved the text on a USB stick, but had no means to access it on my own. The following day I got my 5 minutes of satellite internet, and was able to publish a post on BG.

I am presently pacing my way out of the Caribbean in order to put the distance between me and the hurricane zone, as one storm like that is enough for a year. If not a lifetime. So I’m back on the road, which means back to not having a computer. I had a use of an old desktop while in St. Lucia, so I made as much use of it as I could, even though I rank St. Lucia as one of the absolute top shittiest countries in the world. At least its people, who are hands down the phoniest, nastiest beings on the planet. Anyway, let’s get down to business while I still can.

Hurricane Maria Aftermath – Day 1

Maria did not let go until around 4:30am. I was physically and mentally exhausted by that time, and even though the force of the wind remained strong, the turbine sound as well as the devastating winds were gone. I was reluctant to begin feeling at ease, because Maria pulled similar trick on me by slowing down after the first Category 5 blast, only to return with twice as much force and lasting twice as long. I could not help but worry there could be a third. Luckily, that didn’t end up being the case.

Whereas the experience of being hit head on twice by a Category 5 Hurricane left me rather shaken, sleep was not on the menu for me anymore. My bed was soaked wet anyway, so the best I could do was wait for the break of dawn to finally get an opportunity to assess the damage.

At first light, which was around 6am, the winds slowed down and all signs the hurricane could resume were gone. It still rained, but the wind was minimal. I took the only electronic device still working – my 8 year old, 2nd generation GoPro camera (which was in a waterproof casing, and thus safe from water in the house), turned it on, and walked through the water covered floor to get the first glimpse of the world outside. This was my first glimpse of the aftermath:

My greatest concern was the vehicle I had in my care. I feared for the worse, because the banging on that side of the house kept happening whole night, so the chances of some damage to it was very real. The fear that it suffered damage kept chewing on me whole night, and the fact that I was unable to have any kind of confirmation, whether good or bad, made waiting for the first light so much more agonizing.

There was no electricity anywhere on the island, so getting a reasonably decent view of how the vehicle’s looks would have been difficult, but the thing that prevented the check up at night the most were ongoing strong winds and heavy rain. I simply could not entertain opening the door until the wind slowed down to a level when it was safe to do so, and that didn’t happen until dawn.

When I did finally open the door and saw the tree on the vehicle, I got the confirmation I wanted. Luckily, Maria didn’t write it off, but there was still enough damage to it, causing me financial loss I will carry with me into the future.

After checking out the front yard, I went to check out the back yard as well. I had various seedlings growing in pots in the back, but if I were to lose any or even all of them, it wouldn’t really break me, for these things can be regrown. Needless to say, all my plants were destroyed, as was my landlady’s shack she had in the back:

After the damage assessment, I proceeded with what I deemed was the foremost thing to do – removing water from the house. I knew right off the bat that if I focused on something else first, water would be standing there and before long, I’d be living in mold, mildew and fungus, creating a secondary hazard to my health.

Unfortunately, my landlady didn’t leave any household tools that could be used for this type of task, so the most effective piece of equipment I had for the job was a small dustpan. I used my feet to scoop water into the dustpan and walked out with it to dump it there. With the entire floor of the house covered in water, this ended up being a full day job, which I did not conclude until dusk. I also had to remove mud and debris from the porch, because as I kept walking out to dump water collected in the dustpan, I kept bringing back mud that got on my feet as I stepped in it.

That became an even bigger challenge, cause I had no proper mop or bucket, just a wannabe mop I borrowed from a neighbor (good for smearing what’s on the floor, but useless for cleaning), so I was unable to just flush the mud off the porch easily. Every task that should have been simple, ended up being a major pain in the butt because I didn’t have appropriate tools.

However, after a whole day of relentless work, by dusk, I had all the water in the house scooped out, and the porch reasonably clean. It kept raining whole day, so I remained wet whole day, but at least I was steadily pacing my way to recovery. At that time, I still had no indication of the overall degree of disaster across the island. I remained hopeful that services would be restored, and I’d be able to recharge my batteries.

The River

The weather after Maria was all about rain. But since I was thoroughly wet anyway from dealing with water in the house, I took a short walk down the road toward the nearby bridge to see how the river looked, and film a bit of it on camera while my batteries still worked. When I got there, I noticed that on the opposite side, the bridge was damaged, as Maria washed away the soil on which its end was build. I estimated that despite the damage, the remaining pavement should be strong enough to support pedestrian traffic, but I wouldn’t trust it with a vehicle.

While still on the bridge, I also noticed that the river bed was recarved by the hurricane, and that all previously lush and green vegetation on surrounding hills, was completely stripped off its greenery. With only tree stumps left standing, the entire environment around my house changed. Maria also broke the metal gate in front of my house.

The video was filmed with the GoPro still inside the waterproof casing. The tapping noise the microphone picked up is from the raindrops falling on it. Raindrops also kept getting on the lens, causing the smudged image:

I also attempted to recreate the video I filmed before Maria struck, which I published literally minutes before the power went out, never to return. I failed to copy the same movement, but the difference between before (green vegetation on the hills) and after (greenery gone, just tree trunks stripped of most branches and leaves left standing) should be quite obvious. I joined the two videos together for easier comparison. Notice how in the before Maria part you can barely see houses on the other side of the road through the trees. It all changed after Maria.

Here’s also the difference between what the river banks looked like before Maria and after. The before video I actually took after Hurricane Irma, which I originally thought was gonna devastate Dominica. It didn’t happen, though Irma did dump a lot of water on the island, causing the river behind my house to swell up and turn brown from all the mud flushed into it. I filmed that video as a reminded to myself just how much bigger the river got from Irma. Little did I know that a few days later, that river and its banks would never look the same again:

I am presently on the move out of the Caribbean. I do not have an operational laptop so keeping the site updated is going to be a challenge. I have more videos to share, but this is as far as I was able to get with what is available to me at this time.

Mark

Author: Vincit Omnia Veritas

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48 thoughts on “How I Survived Hurricane Maria – Part 2, the Aftermath”

  1. Thank you for the documentation, Mark. The differences are quite sad. I don’t live there but feel a sense of loss. I also wish you well as you try to make your way to a better area for living. I’m sure it’s a daunting challenge and I hope you try to take care of yourself as you go. We will still be here. Best wishes.
    EDIT: I do hope you write a memoir one day of ALL your experiences. Would be quite a journey.

    1. No one cares. I don’t give a shit about how ANYONE survives a natural disaster. Unless there’s a video of them getting mangled. I know you run this site, and think you’re REALLY important, but you’re not. No one cares. This is the gore website equivalent to posting pictures of your food on Facebook. I know I’ll probably get banned for this. Which is a shame, because you’d think people here would have “thick skin.” I just want to see gore videos again. There’s hardly shit getting posted up lately. I know someone will say something to the effect of “excuuuuse me. I just got hit by a hurricane and don’t have time to post gore videos.” It’s sad to come to grips with, but we’re only as valuable as what we produce.

      1. Yeah I hope your ass gets cutoff cuz of all your vomit spewing from your mouth!!! He has mentioned this in the coming weeks about people needing to look elsewhere for gore! So go do it.
        He was resettling living the island life with a bit of farming, shit his internet was slow then … hence the reason for slow uploading, and this site is free …. so creature7 go fuck off ya dumb bitch

      2. This site is free to you, creature. If this were something being paid for, I’d understand your problem. But it costs you nothing. Mark isn’t sitting in a corner crying over the hurricane and thus not posting. He simply doesn’t have the resources he did before. Unless he can just shit wi-fi whenever he needs it, he can’t post as often as before. Your comment is lame and not because anyone is thin-skinned; it just simply is a stupid comment.
        As far as Mark documenting his life, it would be interesting as he’s been through some major storms WAY before this hurricane and I would like to read about those things. A lot of us would. If you don’t care, that’s fine but please don’t speak for every member here.

      3. watching that video of your rabbi mutilating your dick and sucking you off should satisfy your “gore” crave and you are gay as fuck if this is the only place you go to see cunts die. you’re gayer than that thong faggot. well done, thong. you are not the gayest cunt on best gore anymore.

      4. Just want to thank you Mark for posting and letting us know how you are and what can be expected for the future.
        Most people would be devoting 100% of their time and energy getting up out of the situation you find yourself presently in.
        Thanks for keeping your SOB’s in the loop.

      5. I’ve come across your type before – snapping your fingers, constantly whining, sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.

        This website doesn’t revolve around your little office in the sky, so back off, you little weasel and let a real man get back to work.

  2. It looks so pretty in that video just before the hurricane & I remember thinking to myself ” wow what a view he lives in such a nice place ” when I watched it before & damn it sux that it’s all fucked up now 😐

  3. oh my gosh I had been thinking it would have been cool to see comparison of earlier video to what that same scene looked like post-hurricane and you did exactly that! amazing. Dominica was so pretty and you have super cute feet

  4. Sorry that you had to live through this Mark. I lived through multiple hurricanes in my life in North Carolina and know how this goes.

    Mother nature though in the end is a thing of beauty. Nothing like devastation from the earth to really put things into perspective.

  5. Man I would be scared shitless to be walking barefoot through standing water, with downed power lines all over the place. I guess there was zero chance any of them were carrying electricity. Still though, would give me pause.

  6. There’s a guy who recently moved there from my hometown who’s apparently missing along with his girlfriend. I frequented his business here which he sold & moved to Dominica to open a motel or something there….which I’m sure is gone right now!

  7. You are welcome to come to Sydney Australia man if you need a place to stay haha. Not sure if Australia is much better than Canada though. What about new Zealand? Cheers for the update too btw take all the time you need to get back into action…

  8. Thanks for sharing Your experience @happy I found it very interesting and the before and afters really put it all into perspective! I’m so sorry for all You have lost! Can’t imagine how it all must feel. I appreciate You keeping us in the loop as I know this hasn’t been easy. Thanks for the up close and personal coverage of this disaster. I find it fascinating.

  9. What a mess, bad enough with all the destruction and then mosquitoes! You’ve got a lot of guts walking without shoes with all that debris and who know what else. Glass, nails, hookworms. I guess the only good thing about a cat 5 hurricane is all the free coconuts. Sorry about the vehicle but at least you don’t own that house. Better luck at your next destination.

    1. Took me a while to get my feet used to walking barefoot. You should see Dominica mountain men – they climb rocky mountains, wade rocky river beds, and overall live their whole life barefoot. There’s so much more control if you have nothing covering your feet. I hiked sections of the Waitukubuli Trail, the longest hiking trail in the Caribbean, with a local friend who did the entire hike barefoot, and if anything, it was me in my boots who was the hindrance to progress.

  10. It doesnt look that bad to be honest… I was kinda expecting a worse chaotic scenario with turned cars, and others stuck to walls, fallen house walls, etc… I mean, that chair in the first video hasnt even moved much… unless its not his chair… πŸ˜†

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