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 young journalist who did an interview with me for the local paper, the Antiguan Sun. Then I started hitting the cargo companies to see if anything was heading towards the Dominican Republic. There was something, but it left yesterday. I felt sick. There was nothing else for over a week.
So I headed back to the Marina and started asking around – nothing. Unlike St. Kitts, there are HUNDREDS of yachts here on Antigua, but none would take me west.
You’ve got to understand how demoralising it is to walk around for hours asking everyone you meet if they can help you and the answer always being no.
A bit of good fortune though – I met a guy called Neil Rock who’s a fellow scouser, who agreed to help me and I also met up with Cristal Clashing, a local woman (and Antiguan shipping champion) who offered me somewhere to crash for the night at her dad’s place. (Thank you couchsurfing.com!!)
It was a wonderful house and the spare bed was so big, I could lie in the middle of it and stretch out both arms and not touch the sides. Nice!