Continued from Part 1, last week
Un autre avion?
Ok, at least they understood that. Hopefully I didn’t just ask them where the aviary was. They looked at me and just sort of shrugged their shoulders in a ‘who knows’ sort of fashion. There was no way to reach her. I just had to sit and fret. Finally, around six, the sun looked like it would soon be setting. This really worried me because there are no lights at the St Bart’s airport – it shuts down when the sun goes down.