Monday, 18 November 2024: A White-Knuckle Return to Antigua from El Salvador
Sunday, 3 November: I was pleased when my cell phone alarm went off at 3:25AM – not that I like getting up at that hour but I was just pleased that the alarm went off at all. I had been having trouble with my cell ever since waiting for my flight to Guatemala in Fort Lauderdale. I kept periodically getting messages that there was moisture in the charging port and when that happened there was a noisy alarm and a message telling my to unplug the charger immediately. It was acting up again in El Salvador and there was barely enough of a charge left to keep it going until the alarm was supposed to go off. In defense of my cell phone, it’s old and used to Colorado’s low humidity. I was out at the gate at 3:55AM for the driver’s scheduled 4:00 arrival. Four AM came and went, so I did yoga poses on the dark street in front of the gate to pass the time. Finally, he arrived at 4:45 and muttered some excuse that I didn’t understand. As I opened the door to the front passenger’s