Voice of Desirae Part 11
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NoV: Well, I'm really sorry it's taken me so long to get this part up! My other computer died on me, but now I've got a new one so you can expect sooner, better updates! Ciao!
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The whirring engines and fast-moving blades of the helicopter made a lot of noise, not lost on Malcolm, who was trying his best to convey a message to his daughter. Desirae was sitting across from him, enchanted by the scenery passing beneath them.
"--to Baja California!" Malcolm yelled over the unnerving noise around them. "From there, we're taking the ocean liner to Ecuador! We would take the helicopter all the way, but we'd have to stop for fuel so often that it would be a waste of time," he finished, wondering if Desirae had heard a single word he'd said.
She was nodding, but still looking out the window, as they passed over a rural, dusty area. She pressed her face against the glass, straining to see what looked like a cow.
Malcolm decided to just give up. It wasn't as if their rendezvous points were crucial for her to know. He decidedly leaned back into the hot, leather seat and closed his eyes while listening to the whirring above him.
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The helicopter landed two hours later on a landing pad at the La Paz airport. Malcolm thanked the pilot for the safe flight and directed Desirae toward the entrance into the terminal.
After checking in with the customs desk, Malcolm flagged down a cab, and they were on their way to the seaport.
Desirae was fairly certain that this city reminded her a lot of downtown L.A. A lot of buildings snugly together, harsh traffic, hundreds of pedestrians. Was this what Ecuador would be like as well?
"Want to stop for lunch?" Malcolm asked. "I don't know how good the food on the boat will be."
Desirae smiled and nodded. Malcolm directed the cab driver to a restaurant called El Molino. The driver pulled to the side, practically on the curb. Desirae stepped out of the cab, followed by her father, who paid the driver and followed her inside.
"Hola, hola!" a man greeted them when they walked inside the dimly-lit restaurant/bar. "Dos?" he asked.
"Si," Malcolm answered. He and Desirae followed the man to a table by the bar. To his daughter, he said, once they had sat down. "Show me what you want on the menu, and I'll order it for you, okay?" he offered.
Desirae nodded, but stared in confusion at the menu. Spanish was not her forte.
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NoV: Yay! Another chapter!! Do you guys think this one slowed us down? I kinda feel like it did....oh well, I guess! Til nexties!!
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NoV: Well, I'm really sorry it's taken me so long to get this part up! My other computer died on me, but now I've got a new one so you can expect sooner, better updates! Ciao!
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The whirring engines and fast-moving blades of the helicopter made a lot of noise, not lost on Malcolm, who was trying his best to convey a message to his daughter. Desirae was sitting across from him, enchanted by the scenery passing beneath them.
"--to Baja California!" Malcolm yelled over the unnerving noise around them. "From there, we're taking the ocean liner to Ecuador! We would take the helicopter all the way, but we'd have to stop for fuel so often that it would be a waste of time," he finished, wondering if Desirae had heard a single word he'd said.
She was nodding, but still looking out the window, as they passed over a rural, dusty area. She pressed her face against the glass, straining to see what looked like a cow.
Malcolm decided to just give up. It wasn't as if their rendezvous points were crucial for her to know. He decidedly leaned back into the hot, leather seat and closed his eyes while listening to the whirring above him.
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The helicopter landed two hours later on a landing pad at the La Paz airport. Malcolm thanked the pilot for the safe flight and directed Desirae toward the entrance into the terminal.
After checking in with the customs desk, Malcolm flagged down a cab, and they were on their way to the seaport.
Desirae was fairly certain that this city reminded her a lot of downtown L.A. A lot of buildings snugly together, harsh traffic, hundreds of pedestrians. Was this what Ecuador would be like as well?
"Want to stop for lunch?" Malcolm asked. "I don't know how good the food on the boat will be."
Desirae smiled and nodded. Malcolm directed the cab driver to a restaurant called El Molino. The driver pulled to the side, practically on the curb. Desirae stepped out of the cab, followed by her father, who paid the driver and followed her inside.
"Hola, hola!" a man greeted them when they walked inside the dimly-lit restaurant/bar. "Dos?" he asked.
"Si," Malcolm answered. He and Desirae followed the man to a table by the bar. To his daughter, he said, once they had sat down. "Show me what you want on the menu, and I'll order it for you, okay?" he offered.
Desirae nodded, but stared in confusion at the menu. Spanish was not her forte.
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NoV: Yay! Another chapter!! Do you guys think this one slowed us down? I kinda feel like it did....oh well, I guess! Til nexties!!