October 23rd.
We are back on St. Lucia. The plane lands late in the evening and yet the
air is hot, humid. Waiting to get through the Customs, Polde and I look at
each other and smile. "What's the rush, mon?" This is the tropics that we
love so much: the heat, the pace, the people we got to know through the last
few years.
There are a lot of taxi drivers waiting for the last plane of the day. "How much
to the boat yard?" "Twenty." "All right." The driver looks at the luggage. "A lot.
That will have to be extra." Of course we have luggage and of course we are
not leaving it on the side of the curb and we don't mind paying extra.
Our driver is a middle aged man. He puts on a soft music and off we go into
this sailing season's adventures.
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