I feel as though I am wearing seven-league boots and catch up with him in no time. We flag down a police car and climb in with three Cancun policemen. There have been reports of looting in the hotel zone and they are going to check them out. The highway to the beaches is flooded in most places. Trees are uprooted.
Power poles are down.
Seaweed-draped chairs, beds, dressers and pool furniture are strewn everywhere. A Cuban fishing ship rests against the side of a motel and the bow of the luxury yacht Outrageous pokes into a ground floor room. Ric shoots a couple of rolls of film, and we hitch a ride back to town with some hotel employees who have gone to their beachfront resort to get food for guests evacuated during the storm. They give us a Coke and a can of peaches. Darkness has fallen and the streets of downtown Cancun are badly flooded.