Friday, February 01, 2008
The team called me this morning from Venezuela. The authorities were considering sending Mike, Terry, Sandra and Jamie back home because they had no Yellow Fever documentation. Well, somehow, someway, they were permitted to re-board in Caracas anyway (truly a “God” deal). Last January, I spent 3 days in Panama for the same reason. Looking back on it, it was a good lesson in patience and tolerance…
A bit tattered and worn, the group arrived on schedule at 10:30 AM. It was great seeing these dear, old friends come through the gates! All arrived in good spirits but not a single bag made it with them. So, here we sit in port. The bags should be here in the morning – we will just sit and enjoy the afternoon and evening here in Manaus.
I made the calls to Abraham on the Canuma River. All is on hold for our arrival, 24 hours delayed.
It’s 2:20 PM. The group has gone shopping in the city. Mike, Terry, Jamie and Sandra are out getting there shots. I am catching my breath and enjoying a cup of coffee aboard the AMOR/Beatriz. Can’t think of any place I’d rather be right this minute…
Our plan is to pull out and anchor for the evening. Right now, we are not where we thought we’d be in our journey. But, we are exactly where we’re meant to be – that’s good enough for me.
<a href="http://maps.google.com/?ie=UTF8&ll=-3.600000,-60.100000&spn=0.186314,0.236893&t=h&z=12&om=1">we are here</a>
Boyd Walker