The Uber Hyundai had a giant container of…natural gas? LP? in the trunk. The driver said no ingles, but his phone gave him English directions.
I had airport coffee machine cappuccino and Mini Chokis (Clasico) and granola cookies for desayuno, using my last DR pesos post-security. Breakfasts of champions always remind me of desperately snacking on Pringles and Pepsi when the road down from Machu Picchu was blocked while I was there.
I spent last night on the phone with my ticket's travel vendor, unconvinced I actually had an airline ticket. The name of the airline and flight number didn’t match the only 8 a.m. flight from Santo Domingo’s small airport to Curacao.
Somehow it all worked, though my tight connection from CUR-BON became my new concern.
I hope to be snorkeling in Bonaire by 3:30 today, but I guess I might instead be enjoying the hospitality of Curacao again. (Though I do like Curacao.)
Today's goal is Bonaire and snorkeling. (I can dive but I don’t like it unless I really have to dive to see something uniques, like the underwater museum near Cancun.)
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