When I saw the small plane I did not feel all to good about flying back to Cancun. It had only twenty four seats and was driven by propeller, which made a lot of noise. Fortunately the weather was good.
The bus was supposed to leave at around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, so that I still had two to three hours to organize. I went for lunch at some strange place and hardly ate as it was too ugly.
If I could get that far in Galaga, and handle enemy starships, I was sure that I could handle hurricane Ivan. I decided to continue to Mexico after having two dry airport muffins for breakfast. |
