 Another beautiful day, sun high in the sky and not a cloud in sight. This was my last day on the island and I was determined to use my time well. My first appointment was at the ferry terminal. I want to buy my ticket early and have one thing less to worry about. When I get there, the queue is out the door and waiting is a drag. I eventually reach the window and ask for a ticket. The woman behind the screen talks way too fast and I am left dumbfounded. Behind me, a kindly soul reiterates at tourist friendly speed. "No ferry for another fifteen days - try the airport." He goes on to say they are waiting for parts from the mainland and that fifteen days is an optimistic estimate. I cannot get my head round this and go back to the Casa devastated. Rey on the other hand is sanguine about the whole affair and suggests that we give Angel a call in the evening. This puts my mind at ease and I try to forget about it. Soon after we collect his daughter and wife and head off for a walk up town. We end up visiting their favourite restaurant. It has a beautiful grass roof, not dissimilar to the type of thing you see in the South Sea Islands. Lunch itself was pork chops, rice and fried plantain. Over dinner Rey tells me that there is an English speaking person on the island who would like to meet me. His name is Charles and originates from the Caymen Islands. He is blind and spends his time opening the door for people at a local garage shop. I thought this would have been difficult for a blind person but mentioned no more of it. On the way back we dropped Rey's wife, Maria back off at work and met Charles. But before we reached the garage, Rey suggested that I head for the door and be very quiet on my feet. Sure enough, as I got to the door he kindly opened it for me. I thanked him in English and his face lit up. "Peter, how are you, lovely to meet you." Rey slipped off silently and left us to chat. Charles was blind at birth and was the eldest of three children. He had a little daughter of his own now and lived nearby, with one of his sisters. They find day-to-day living difficult, but seem to pull through somehow. I tell Charles about my life back in the UK, how I like to DJ, play Latin Percussion and how this trip has been the realisation of a long held dream. He then asks me to come back to his house with him. I have to decline because I have promised Rey's family a yoga lesson. We shake hands and I promise to call back to say goodbye before I leave. Back at the house, my willing students are waiting patiently for me. I show them half a dozen basic Asanas (postures) and am amazed at the flexiblity they display. Rey in particular is like a rubberbandman, easily able to copy every move I do. We finished off with some relaxation and then have supper. Before retiring, I phone Angel and ask him about the ferry. "Is it true there's no boat for the next fifteen days?"
"No worry, bring me your passport and twelve dollars in the morning. Meet me at eight thirty outside the booking office and I will get you a ticket." Finger s crossed, everything will be okay
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