CHAPTER TWELVE
We were so relieved that Liz slept through the entire flight because on our approach to the island, even we were astounded at the apparent length (or lack thereof) of the runway. If she'd been awake, she would have screamed blue murder. What appeared to be a runway looked more like a short, little country lane that dropped straight off into the vast ocean beyond.
Of course there was nothing to fear as the landing was perfect, without a single bump.
As we exited the aircraft, the smell of the hot summer sun gently enveloped us, giving us that wonderful feeling of relaxation that can only be achieved on holiday, when you can finally leave all your troubles behind. I took a deep breath and looked around. A tiny arrivals lounge awaited to one side and everywhere else were the
