She sensed my tenseness as we flew back, but neither of us spoke of it.
Merida Center did not hand us off to Houston properly, and we had no radio communication for about an hour and a half over the water. When we finally were able to reach Houston, the voice on the other end was very welcome. Said he asked several jets to relay to us, but not on the frequency we had. I asked if anyone tried 121.5 and he said they didn't. I had monitored it, but not heard a sole on it. To be honest, I never had an emergency. One the one hand, I hoped I could reach someone on there if needbe; OTOH, if I tried it and no one answered, we would know there was no help if we had a problem.
The guy at center chatted with us quite a bit and we told him what we were doing. He talked to Lindsay on the radio quite a bit and asked about her experience. In the course of that, he mentioned he couldn't remember talking to a singe engine plane coming in over the Gulf at 12,000 feet at night; that seemed to make an impression on Lindsay. (Something I had thought about the entire trip!!)
She's a brave girl to have left the tourist area and taken a bus from Play Del Carmen area to Mireda by herself. In the bus station, while she was waiting, someone stole her purse. Luckily, her passport wasn't in it. Some folks she had talked to there paid her bus fare and gave her cab fare from the bus destination to the airport. Had anything gone wrong; she was broke. She did have a passport and some clothes--that's it.
It all worked out well, but could have taken a quick turn for the worse. We're all counting our blessings and just happy we're all home.
Best,
Dave