Hurricane season is fast approaching and the signs do not augur well. Everyone has become a seasoned climatologist, foreseeing upcoming catastrophe in each new hot, dry day. This is how it was before Ivan, they tell me, even before Gilbert. And after the predictions come the heroic battle stories of surviving previous hurricanes – days, weeks, months without electricity or water, hours spent each day trogging up the hills to fetch water. It would quickly deterioriate into a shaggy dog story of onedownmanship, à la Four Yorkshiremen, except that the storytellers usually drift into vacant smiles as if fondly reminiscing the good old days.
So, what is to be done?
We arrived in Jamaica at the end of the hurricane season last year, although we immediately got a good taste of what it could be like (Read more …).
Now, though, we’re on our own and will have to fend for ourselves when the lights go out for longer than the “normal” outages. On trips to Mega Mart, I’ve been drawn to getting our own generator. I think it’s the rugged independence that appeals to me. They’re also surprisingly sexy, with funky colours and moulded contours. But still, they’re not cheap. Wadaya reckon?
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