By early afternoon of the next day, when the winds had died down to about fifty miles per hour, Martín Fox drove his Cadillac through water and debris to Tropicana. He was expecting damage, but what he saw nearly brought him to tears. Apart from the royal palms and massive mamoncillos, almost every tree in Guillermina’s glorious gardens had been either uprooted or snapped. The paths were knee-deep in mud. All of the shrubs and plants were flattened or choked by mud. Piles of fronds and branches were strewn throughout the cabaret area. The cabaret’s stage had been destroyed; light fixtures
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