Day 40: Down and Out In Paradise
What a day. We arrived in Tortola, the main British Virgin Island, nice and early, and before long I was on a ferry (YES, A FERRY!!) heading over to St.…
Day 39: The Vivo Libre
I was going to work late into the evening, but I ended up crashing out at about nine like a big girl's blouse. But that's alright - I woke up…
Day 38: The Bells of St Martin’s
Kerri is a Kiwi and Andrew is British, but lived in South Africa for many years. We had spent the night sailing, eating Pringles and chewing the fat - politics,…
Day 37: Escape from Antigua
I scrambled like a fighter pilot down to the harbour. I have to leave today. I have to leave today. I stopped at the Waterfront Hostel on the way, attempting…
Day 36: Ships That Pass In The Night
Once again, I stayed at Christal's dad's house, but not before I attended a ballroom dancing lesson down the road. Seriously! Christal's dad, Owen, cooked me an amazing dinner (seafood…
Day 35: The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide To The Caribbean
Christal and I hit the streets looking for a way off the island. We even had a half-hour segment on the local radio station. We then spent the rest of…
Day 34: Christal Clear
Arrived early in Antigua, but by the time passport formalities, etc. were all done, it was about 10am. I headed to the city centre and met with Brian Ho, a…
Day 33: The Vagrant
I'm WAY behind schedule now, I should be in Central America and I'm not - I'm stuck on an island miles from anywhere that has about 3 boats on it.But…
Day 32: Waiting On A Call
Got up bright and early to go and see a man about a boat — Wayne had organised someone to take me over to Antigua in a speedboat for US$500…