It was pouring down rain. Not exactly ideal weather for kayaking on a bioluminescent bay in the pitch black darkness of the night. But José, the driver of the tour bus kept reassuring us that it wasn’t raining in Fajardo. After all, it was one hour from San Juan on another part of the island, and his people at the tour company had told him it was not raining there. One hour later, the bus having splashed through rather thick traffic most of the way, we arrived. And it was raining. But considering that he had provided some laughs and a cooler…