Storm at Dusk. September 2018. When my illness finally broke, I joined Guyer on the town for a bit of food, Brugal rum cocktail, and even a little dancing. By the time night fell we were talking about where we would surf the next day. Thunder rumbled faintly in the distance. (p14-15 of 38). From ZAFA (2018), a true tale of a surf trip to the Dominican Republic that unravels before it can even begin.