The coast that Wilma is heading for holds one of my favourite beaches - the white gold sands of Tulum. When I close my eyes and remember the days I spent there, all that comes to mind is a calm jewel-like sea, turquoise against a pale blue sky.
Right now it's hard to imagine what it will be like over there. Not a person in sight hopefully (I've been reading the Mexican paper El Univeral's accounts of tourists and locals alike being herded into out-of-harm's-way sports halls) with dark clouds swirling overhead and a ferocious wind whipping up the sea.
While I write this, an electrical storm is playing out on the horizon somewhere off the Sydney coast. I can only see it faintly; the flickering is orangey yellow, almost like a broken street lamp.
I've been thinking of my friend Jennifer who has cut short her travels round Asia to fly home. Home for Jen is New Orleans. Luckily for her and her parents their house wasn't flooded. All but. The roof was ripped off, and the waters rose high enough to wreck their car. I met her in Mexico when we were both working in a little village called Colola, on a sea turtle conservation project.
So there's is a little chain of associations going on, with hurricanes being the common theme.
According to Grist, Katrina affected an area of the US not much smaller than the entire UK.
http://www.grist.org/news/counter/2005/10/20/hurricanes/index.html
Let's hope that Wilma, even if she is faster and nastier will steer clear of Mexico...and Cuba....and Florida. And then it's only 6 weeks until the Hurricane Season is officially over in that part of the world.