Almost there

I am on a Fokker 50, flying not so high above the sea.

In less than a half hour, we'll be in Curaçao, then it's one more time through an airport...one more time boarding a plane, and on to Bonaire. 

We've been flying all day, and Adam's luggage didn't arrive to Aruba with mine. 

We see on InselAir's in-flight magazine that there is a "Bonaire Bravas" named Kip-Tukkie. It is smoked chicken served from a rusted out Jeep. They have a Facebook.  Look it up.