The squall-like wind did not last long the other day, but it came from every direction, which is why I so thoroughly sealed the stairway windows.
In Atlántida, a rather majestic tree was uprooted, taking part of the sidewalk with it. I don’t think winching it back into place is an option. Too bad.
A few meters away, the roots of another tree that fell the same direction, but was cut up to clear the street.
On a less-traveled street, a red rag warns passersby of a downed cable.
As in 2012, we’ve had some pretty serious wind the last couple days.
Yesterday evening, between two trips to the garage to get firewood, a couple of clay roof tiles blew off, landing directly where I would have been walking. (I still haven’t replaced the couple from the front that blew off in 2012, given the height of the roof.) I felt a little lucky.
Especially when, from upstairs this morning, we saw that a neighbor has suffered slightly more roof removal.
When we first saw it, the white area top center was a hole completely through the roof.
Not much more visible from the road. I don’t know what the roof was, but obviously not very sturdily built. And equally obviously, not a good idea here to build that way.
Closed ports, sunken boats. The annual few days of very windy.
… “that tree is going to fall one of these days.”
Shortly before we returned to Uruguay, a powerful storm swept through. Here’s just one of many similar scenes:
On the ground in front you see a concrete power pole that supported the intersection of wires now hanging in the air, all knocked about by the large eucalyptus in the background.
By all accounts, it was a most exciting time 😉