Reproaching the Approach

Tuesday June 14

Today was a travel day which meant a 6:45 ferry from our jetty off the island to the car park on the mainland. I had budgeted a bunch of contingency time into our journey to the airport which was only slightly used, that is how I like it. Patti had a concern about the boat not showing up, and I wanted to make sure we could get our car out of the locked lot at that early hour.

Uncle Google did take us on a completely back roads route for the final 10km to the airport. We are talking barely one lane. I may have left the toll saver on but this was more like the horse and buggy saver.

We hit yet another lounge in the airport and then we were airborne to Cappadocia for a 45 minute flight. The flight took a bit longer than expected but I had a good time chatting with some Coasta Ricans next to me. Well, he was Coasta Rican and she was a Canadian and now a newly minted CRican.

Our landing approach was, I suppose, not quite as planned. We may have added another 30 minutes to our journey as we took a couple laps around the landing field. Unbeknownst to us it was raining cats, dogs, and gerbils closer to the ground. 

We were getting bounced around quite a bit and Marie, next to me, was frantically trying to open the air sickness bag. Juan Carlo and I recruited ourselves to also help the mission. The combination of the water(insert other liquid here)proof liner and the not quite enough perforation made for two anxious wingmen.

Did I mention that we loaded the plane on the tarmac and had to also exit the plane on the tarmac while dodging dogs, cats, and gerbils? We got soaked. Here we are on the sunny side of the tarmac.

Then to add insult to injury we had to wade across a flash river exiting the terminal. Then to add a caning to the insult to the injury Patti dropped my bag in the river to the horror off all the onlookers huddled away out of the rain. You might ask 'why was Patti carrying my bag?', because hers is so large it floats like Noah's Ark.

We ambulated our soaked carcasses to a small outdoor booth where the rental companies located themselves. The two guys not with Enterprise had a good laugh at the poor sucker that had to get us to our car and all checked out. This was going to be miserable. You see, Patti had rented our 'big' car for the last leg. So big it was that a suitcase had to be between the girls and backpacks on laps. Now this 'not big' car would only fit one suitcase in the trunk, so backpacks and suitcases would be on laps. Wet backpacks, wet suitcases, on wet people.

The rain roulette loser ran us to our car, opened the door, paused for a moment then said "Follow me". He hooked us up with what Tara described as the biggest little car she had ever seen. The hook up also had a perk for him as he was able to complete all of the contract work with me while underneath the biggest little hatchback one could imagine. This car rules!

Early to bed this night as the alarm is going off at 2:45 so we can get to our sunrise balloon launch.

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