If Saul and Joe have been saving for that rainy day, now’s the time to break out the shelter – the monsoon is coming.
Altogether a pretty miserable day for the last two survivors, hanging in with only each other for company on the island.
The monsoon – which is officially due in a couple of days – is rolling in early, and for the first time they had several hours of solid, driving rain and strong winds sweeping across the beach.
A rainy night followed by this wet day sent their spirits plummeting, and faced with the prospect of four more days and nights of being sopping wet and shivering with cold, thoughts of leaving with the next boat on Day 28 were inevitable.
‘But inevitability and this last month have yet to meet,’ wrote Saul. ‘Our presence in and on our solitary beach never waned. Thoughts of an early departure were just that: thoughts.’
They huddled under Saul’s hammock, wrapped in cheerful floral sarongs they inherited from Maya and Huenu, as their wood got wet and misery settled around them.
Cue the comfort eating: with Saul holding a plastic bag over Joe and the fire, they managed to light one and cook up some of the rice left behind by Huenu and Maya. A little tomato sauce turned this into a gourmet bolognaise feast, they said. Well, it’s all relative, I guess…