Curacao, Dutch Caribbean Thursday, February 19th 2004
We woke up without any help of the alarm clock. Our neighbour took us up to the airstrip where a small aircraft fromDivi Divi greeted us. Within a couple minutes after arriving at the airport, the small craft left Curacao.We flew across the north side of Curacao, right over our local surf break Canoa, where a small swell seemed to be breaking. Fifteen minutes later, we landed safely on our sister island Bonaire. Since we were the only aircraft on the airport and there were only four passengers on the plane, we were out the building in 30 seconds. A friendly taxi driver, called Roy, drove us to our appartment,which is located in north Salina, just a few minutes from Kralendijk. Our new home is nice. It's just a small room with everything we need.After meeting our landlady Claudia, her husband and their dog Sam, we went to town. Kralendijk is called "playa" locally. Here we met up with my father who was visiting Bonaire for workand Loupe, who lives right next door to us. We decided to call it a night after some shots of wiskey and beer and hitch hiked back to our appartment. We fell sound asleep, occasionally woken up by maiting calls of Donkeys, which roam around freely on Bonaire.