DISCLAIMER: This is a record of my
personal experiences of Hurricane Isaac; I haven't had access to radio
or TV news for a couple of days so cannot say whether it hit other
areas of the city or other states much worse, but in our northern
part of the French Quarter this is how it was on the ground, as it
happened. Generally, the mood here now is relieved and cheerful that
it wasn't a lot worse, and the clean-up's already well underway. Go
NOLA :)
Tuesday was something of a washout: the
storm was still playing hard to get (even though it had been
predicted to hit around 4pm) and despite the fact that nothing much
was going on, weather-wise, everything was still shut. It was dirty
weather all day – heavy rain on and off and blustery winds; not the
sort you'd want to be out in, admittedly – but the temperature
outside was balmy, and the wind and rain were no worse than an
English November (and a good deal warmer). Nonetheless, Bex and I
were stuck at the hotel and pretty damn fed up. Little did we know how fed up and stuck we were yet to become …
