The wind was said to be 100 km.
The noise in the tent was like a continuous roar and the ropes beating loudly on the walls. The wind so strong that my translator and I were knocked over a table and held there by the weight of the tent wall blowing in. The rain was torrential. Lightning too. The electric went on and off. Patients crammed the hallways. No social distancing here.
Easy for me. I finished my work got picked up in a car with the heater on, delivered to my Airbnb and now in a warm bed with a hot water bottle warming my cold feet. I love and hate my privilege as I think about those in the tents. The wind continues to howl and the rain has not let up.
How will they sleep tonight? Will they be warm? Will they be dry? Will their tents survive the wind and rain?