In those weeks, I sailed 300 miles in blue open water in a 37ft Hallberg Rassy yacht, travelled by catamaran, small boats and pirogues. Snorkelled in mangrove swamps, swam with Hawksbill turtles in Bonaire, danced with dolphins in Curaçao. I also windsurfed and broke my toe in El Yaque, Margarita.
There were planes too. I flew in tiny planes with 6 seats, sometimes 12 seats; once I even found myself in Caracas. These aircrafts had names like Air Chappi and Laser Airlines. On one airstrip, in Los Roques, my flight was delayed when a dog ran off with a traffic cone.
Then there was a trip to a huge brothel, Campo Allegre and a day Quad-biking through the deserts of eastern Curaçao. A night cruise in Spanish Water an evening stroll in Otrabunda. A visit to the salt pans and slave huts in southern Bonaire.
In Aruba, I met with casinos and iguanas and natural bridges cut into the coastline rock, also with tame parrot fish and a family who hoard everything. Everywhere I went I met with turquoise waters and white sand and desert and coral stone terraces and rain and VERY friendly people.For now, I am laying low in Trinidad, writing and plotting. Part Two starts 5th February, when I head for the Galapagos via Panama and the San Blas islands.
Love and peace,
Monique


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