back to the mainland

12/03/01

The waves were very rough outside my window at five this morning. I went out to look at the ocean down below my balcony and remembered the ferry crossing last year. I can feel the queaziness rising. I am taking the plane, I decided. At 7 I was outside looking for a taxi to take me to the airport. Perhaps I can get on a morning flight. It is a 20 minute flight to Bluefields. No taxi passing but the dueña´s door is open. I go in. She is in her hammack, drinking coffee and watching TV. She smiles and reassures me. She always takes the ferry to Bluefields. The wind is behind pushing. It is a good day to go. You will get there quicker, she says. Take the ferry.

I take the ferry. It is a smooth ride. We ride the blue waves that turn green as we approach the mainland. The waves did not push that hard, however. Still a 5 hour journey.