So off we went sailing to Saint Lucia, but since there was some doubt about visiting Soufriére volcano or not, we followed on to Martinique where we went dining at a very chic restaurant by the waterfront - all expenses paid by our most generous boat owner. Delicious shrimp and oysters were on the menu.
Martinique also gets their baguettes daily by plane, coming straight from Paris. Uh-la-la!
When we where finished and back on our drunk way to the pontoon, I saw a guy at a distance swaying and getting into a dinghy, and rowing all the way to a nearby boat. Even though it was dark and far, I ran towards him. I knew it was Paul.
However, I waited sleepless until the first daylight to get on Blue Finn's dinghy, row up to the boat and ask if they had a New Zealand crew member. The guy said yes, but he had rowed further down to another small yacht, over there.
My heart pounded and I rowed like crazy. There he was standing at that 27 foot boat owned by a couple we had met a year before in Recife. Fabiola saw me rowing and said, 'Mira, es Daniela!'
Paul just wouldn't believe it. I wouldn't either. Needless to make any romantic remarks.
We both stayed in Martinique and boarded another boat latter. It was January 1989.
It is wonderful indeed to understand things, but the unknown and the unexpected remain two very strong driving forces for life. Understanding everything is not for the human nature.
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