Friday 20/01 was a long day.
It starts the night before where I didn't get to bed until well after 11, a 3:15am alarm was set, so it was up at 3:13am (not sure about other people, but I have this uncanny knack of waking up two minutes before alarms when it is an early flight or appointment). A taxi to the airport, which rocked up with military precision just as we opened the entrance gate of where we are based, followed by a 5:30am flight to St. Lucia and then onwards to Barbados; landing around 7am.
Pumping around in a mini moke all day was what we were about, except for the US Embassy part, for which we had to separate from said mini moke. Most people who are in this industry probably have the B1/B2 Visa, and will know exactly what the process is to get into the Embassy, pretty hands on, would be the best way to describe it..........
Once we did the Visa gig, it was time for the second military pick-up of the day, this time courtesy of Jim with the Moke timing the run to perfection just as we were walking out of the prison.... I mean Embassy gates.
Next up it was time for some exploration of the island, we drove pretty much east from where we started, then north, then west, north, south, east, and finally north, before eventually getting to near where we were trying to go. We then spent the next hour driving all the roads in the area, before finally settling at Bathsheba. This place is meant to be the best surf spot on the island, and one of the best in the Caribbean, hence the reason we went there, needless to say we were greeted with 3-4ft of slop generated by the unfavourable tradewind that really haunts these parts of the world for wave lovers. So we settled for some lunch and a beer before heading off on our next assignment.
This next assignment would be known as "excuse me where is the nearest gas station?", we say gas because that's what the Seppo tourists say, and we were pretty much that for the day. It all seemed pretty hopeless when stopping to ask a number of different locals for directions. who all seemed to say a different way, and use phrases like, "turn left at the old tree", or "if you see a pink house turn around and take the third right", or "once you are directly under the sun, drive away from it for 400 paces".
Needless to say we eventually got there, with what could be considered a dry fuel tank.
After that it was time for me to leave Jim and Laura in Barbados, and bounce back to Antigua, landing there around 7pm and catching the 30 min cab ride home with an awesome cab driver who talked non-stop about the cricket and tennis and growing up on the island.
In conclusion, it was a long day.
The end.
Ears: Zulu Winter
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| Sunrise |
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| A beach in Barbados |
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| Taken looking out the back of the moke whilst going north. |
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| Not the best thing to see when you don't have a roof on the car. |
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| In search of Bathsheba |
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| Jim |
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| Not Bathsheba |
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| Again, not Bathsheba. |
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| Going on foot in search of Bathsheba. |
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| Not Bathsheba (it's actually Laura) |
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| BATHSHEBA! |
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| Mush at Bathsheba |
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| Going home, my plane is the last one, I think the lack of security meant I could have also gone to Guadeloupe or Jamaica. |
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