This comic is for our flight from St. Marteen to Dominica. We got on the plane very very late. It was a little 20 passenger plane. We were shut in this tiny plane for about 45 min with no ventilation (So so stuffy in that cockpit) while they started either propeller over and over. Which apparently was over heating on both sides.
Finally they tell us we have to go back to the airport while they try to fix the plane. We unload in the wonderfully fresh air, get on the bus, go back to the airport, wait an hour, when they tell us we can go back. This time the plane is supposedly fixed. But you know once they say its broken you really can't help but being nervous. All of were slightly scared to actually reach Dominica. Luckily they really did fix the plane and we made it ok, but I think the pilot by that time liked messing with us, cause for the landing we kept getting lower and lower headed away from the runway and at the last minute he sharply turns the plane to face the runway. Then we land and after the plane gets its wheels on the ground the plane starts to jerk one way then the other and stops very suddenly. So you see I feel very much that our making it to Dominica alive is some sort of miracle.
Then of course all the taxi drivers on the island feel the need to take us to Ross. But one gets ahold of our whole flights baggage and stuffs it in his van. There was no way we could all fit so we wait in another taxi because the driver keeps telling us we're all going to the same place and keeps telling us its ok as he leaves. I really wasn't sure we'd ever see our luggage again. The drive to anywhere here is so brutal. And putting that on top of minimal sleep makes you sure you may never actually reach your destination, but hey were lucky. God is always looking out for us. We made it to Dominica and had a great weekend before classes started. We even got to go Kyaking. I love it when things work out.