Aruba, Aruba, Aruba, but not Mexico
The best time to fly in this part of the world is generally in the morning, so again we have an early start and head back up the river this time to Barranquilla, SKBQ, again we flow low so as to avoid getting caught VFR on top, when morning flying in these areas that is always a possibility, and catches many people out.
At SkBQ we are parked miles away from the terminal in the middle of nowhere. This actually doesn't turn out to be a problem as the marshaller arranges our fuel truck and takes us to our exit handler. You have probably gather by now that I do not like handlers, generally there are two types of handler, those that just take your money and do little and those that take your money and slow down your progress. Today it was probably the former. On our return from immigration we were greats by two customs officers and a sniffer dog. Again the Colombians did a thorough job, going through our stuff to ensure we had no contraband. They were good natured and even had selfies with us.
So yet another ther sea crossing on off to Aruba the start of our Caribbean adventure. Aruba was not in our original planning but was only added after things turned even worse in Venezuela. Helicopters dropping grandee on the Supreme Court, Leary did not help our cause.
Again we ere lucky with weather and made it to Aruba in good time, were we headed to yet another downtrodden hotel / motel establishement. The owner was not around on arrival so,we had to phone him. He arrived ten minutes later and showed us our rooms. The hotel did have washing machines and we got a chance to do some laundry.
Dinner down the road at the Barefoot Restaurant and consisted of a good sirloin steak. Aruba is a pleasant place.
At SkBQ we are parked miles away from the terminal in the middle of nowhere. This actually doesn't turn out to be a problem as the marshaller arranges our fuel truck and takes us to our exit handler. You have probably gather by now that I do not like handlers, generally there are two types of handler, those that just take your money and do little and those that take your money and slow down your progress. Today it was probably the former. On our return from immigration we were greats by two customs officers and a sniffer dog. Again the Colombians did a thorough job, going through our stuff to ensure we had no contraband. They were good natured and even had selfies with us.
So yet another ther sea crossing on off to Aruba the start of our Caribbean adventure. Aruba was not in our original planning but was only added after things turned even worse in Venezuela. Helicopters dropping grandee on the Supreme Court, Leary did not help our cause.
Again we ere lucky with weather and made it to Aruba in good time, were we headed to yet another downtrodden hotel / motel establishement. The owner was not around on arrival so,we had to phone him. He arrived ten minutes later and showed us our rooms. The hotel did have washing machines and we got a chance to do some laundry.
Dinner down the road at the Barefoot Restaurant and consisted of a good sirloin steak. Aruba is a pleasant place.
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