Antigua

Is fun.

No really, you got to believe me it is. Which is part of why i have been so totally rubbish at writing any blog updates. I assume i have no readers left, but if anyone is still reading mail me (i_wish_iwasjeff@hotmail.com) and tell me otherwise i might give up blogging. It was easy on the boat when i could use a laptop but i dont want to find internet cafes to write stuff no-one will read. So yes let me know if you want me to continue writing.

We got here four days ago, flew in from guadeloupe. A taxi took us to our booked hotel, no change that, overbooked hotel. So after a few debates a different taxi took us to another place. Which was really expensive but I smiled sweetly at the woman behind thedesk who sneaked us into a room for half price as long as we left before 7.30 the next morning.

We got a bus to English harbour and proceeded to find a place to stay by the time honoured method of walking around looking lost and asking anyone we could see. After speaking to a series of ancient old women we got directed to The Marsh Village a collection of Huttages (cottages built like huts) and apartments populated by foreigners trying to get work on yachts. It really is all anyone talks about boats, boats and well boats. Which is fine i guess.

For new year we went down into Nelsons Dockyard and danced drunkenly to reggae till the fireworks burst into the sky to the sound of cheering and Auld Lang Syne - reggae style.

And yesterday we were hungover, so we sat on the beach and nursed our sore heads by swimming in the perfect clear blue sea.

Now i'm going to go hide from the heat with a book and a beer.

Happy New Year everyone. Ben