On our way
We had six hours to spend at Shiphol
in Amsterdam a dreary and grey day in October 2003. It was only six degrees
outside, so instead of taking a trip into City and risk catching a cold we
decided to stay put. Boring – but at least McDonald’s was open and we had
some good books with us.
At last we were on the plane from Amsterdam to the Caribbean, i.e. the plane
actually goes to Ecuador but lands midway at about 4:30 in the morning on
the small island of Bonaire, part of the Netherlands or Dutch Antilles.
It was pitch dark but we could hear
the ocean. Straight to bed but the following morning, lo and behold: Sea
view and 35 degrees bid us good morning. Things started to look really well.
We sat on the terrace for about five seconds looking perhaps a bit worn out
but were immediately offered fresh coffee by Bernie, an Englishman, and Uwe,
a German, who were to accompany us on many a dive in the following weeks.
Both Bernie and Uwe had been to
Bonaire a number of times before and were a wealth of information about
where to find the best supermarket, where to buy more beers for less, which
places to go to for dinner, and, of course, where to dive and what to expect.