My first inkling that something wasn’t right was when the Trinidad Radar Controller asked me to “recycle my transponder”.

“Is this Grenada Family Network, the Christian radio station?” said the pleasant sounding woman on the phone.

I had forgotten to answer the call correctly!

As we neared the first checkpoint, we were all uneasy. The taxi driver was visibly nervous, even more so after hitting a cat on the dark road. As we neared the armed guards with their automatic weapons, I did not know what was going to happen.

It’s the Devil!!! I watched quietly as the tractor drove toward the plane, with one lone patient jostling around on the crude wooden platform on the back. I was on a routine flight up to Kaikan Village, (or so I thought).