Hello.
You join me here on the telephone as Hurricane Wilma hurls stuff outside my hotel
room. I have had to come inside and I can't now open the door to my balcony because
the wind is just so strong.
The
gales outside are now really really strong. Trees bending. Rain pummelling down.
The sound is immense and frightening.
Only
thirty minutes ago I managed to do a brief piece to camera outside in front of
bendy trees. My cameraman had to be strapped to the side of the hotel to stop
him being hurled into the terrible wind that is Hurricane Wilma, the most devastating
hurricane I have ever reported live from.
You
will have to forgive me if the power goes off during this report as the conditions
outside my hotel room, are awful. I can't actually see outside my hotel window
any more because I have been told to stay away from the windows in case they are
shattered by the immensity of the awesome, horrifying death inducing winds outside.
In
fact all I can see are the reports on television from my hotel room and it looks
absolutely horrible out there.
How
on earth people not in five star hotels like me cope in hurricanes like this I
dare not even think about...
One
hour later:
Welcome
back. You join me here as I play Monopoly with my cameramen, sound recordist,
director and three researchers. Thankfully the electricity has not gone out yet.
This storm is as absolutely terrible as they said it would be.
Wind
strewn trees outside and wetness gurgling and rampaging all over the place, or
so I would assume as I am still not allowed anywhere near the windows of my 5
star hotel room. It still continues to look absolutely horrible on television,
though.
The
mini bar is almost empty now, but thankfully someone thought of going down to
the Off Licence last night to stock up on drinkies and nibbles and sandwiches.
But we only have enough food to last us about another 5 days, although it looks
like room service hasn't been effected yet by the storms outside. I even managed
to book a wake up call for the morning, five minutes ago....
