Thursday, January 10, 2008
Marigot, St. Martin, French West Indies
Trying to meet up with friend Nina today
who is working on a private yacht,
and is moored on the other side of the island.
A phone call from the French side to the
Dutch side of the island, a distance of
eight miles, is an international call!
I've been trying every combination of numbers
this morning from the ship's phone
to contact her but no luck yet. Crazy.
We're so used to instant communication.
Reminds me of thirty years ago in Paris,
when calling home I had to go to a phone center,
gave them my intended number, then waited
about 15 minutes for it to go through,
and I was then directed to one of many booths
to receive my call.