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…
Day 31: St Kitts Strikes Back!
Up early and off to see the two contacts I had on the island. The first one, Shauna, was not in work this weekend. The second, the enigmatically named Mistress…
Day 30: Long Walk to Basseterre
Slept on a three-foot long wooden bench on a rusting cargo ship that went up and down, up and down, up and down....The Eastpack got into port in St. Kitts…
Day 29: The Dominican Job
Martin and Fabio had to be up for 6am, as they were getting a plane to South America, so I thanked them profusely, got their photos for the ‘heroes' page…