HBK Villas St. John's

... our fishing line. Then we got cut off twice by the same boat which was all over the place. What made a nice welcome once the anchor went down was that our friends Carl and Alicia (we met them in Dominica) dinghied over to say hi and invite us onboard for drinks. Now that's what cruising is all about.   Although people talk of Antigua and how well it caters to the mega yachts and cruisers, we found it quiet. There wasn't much of a buzz in either English or Nelson Harbour (but ...

... passengers on our jeep were getting rather high, and loud; good grief 2 drinks and their inhibitions just fade away,( don't go there I don't want to think about it). Just after we left there I received a phone call from Charlotte Cayless (those of you from BG will possible remember her, she left to move to Antigua 3-4 years ago) We'd been trying to arrange to get together whilst we were here but it looked like it wasn't going to ...

... island's history from prehistoric times to the present time. It was quite impressive, interesting and well done. A short, guided tour of the ruins was taken afterwards where we enjoyed panoramic views from the observation deck. <br><br>Thereafter, we continued on to another Lookout point on the island for a picture perfect view of Nelson's Dockyard below plus various secluded coves. At that exact moment, what a wonderful feeling I had. The entire ...

... ons zéér aan: water in vele kleuren blauw, riffen waar zeilboten veilig achter kunnen kruipen en geweldige snorkelmogelijkheden. Helaas, wij hebben geen tijd. We gaan kerst op Bequia vieren! Kerst op Bequia "Genesis, Genesis, here the Netjer!" roept Syl in de marifoon. "Hallo, die Netjer, bist du da?" Onze vrienden Wolfgang en Beate van de Genesis liggen al in de baai van Bequia. Samen met... nog zo'n honderd (100!) andere boten! Het wordt al donker als we ...

Today we arrived in St. John's, Antigua, Antigua and Barbuda. We debarked the ship and walked a bit until we reached what seemed to be some sort of plaza, where a local was balancing a pineapple on her head while grooving to music, hoping to make a few dollars off of us tourists. Later in the day, we took a tour of the island and saw two gorgeous beaches: Dickinson and Runaway.<br>

... explored the shops around the port as well as some stalls where locals sold their wares. While exploring, we managed to also find the Black Swan Pirate Ship. Unfortunately, there wasn't anybody there so we weren't able to check it out. Back to shopping, I tried my hand at bartering but wasn't very successful. In the end, I just purchased the usual tourist trinkets. The rain started coming down again and we made a mad dash back to the ship. We explored our ship a little ...

... French. We made it to the arrivals hall and got hassled by customs (again) when the penny finally dropped with us that we shouldn't have got off at all. Our plane is taxi-ing down the runway when we tell the lady, who straight away says 'You shouldn't have got off the plane.' Thank you. She screams into her radio and we run through the airport until another customs dude spots us and has to have his fun and games. The plane aborts take off and ...

... The water was very cloudy from the surf breaking and churning up the powdery-fine sand. We anchored in 12 feet of water without seeing the bottom. The winds picked up after our third day here giving us yet another "learning experience". Even though we were securely anchored with the wind blowing us off shore, the ocean swell built, pitching us like a hobby horse. After dark, we heard a loud bang (after several not-as-loud ...

... and his wife Lisa arrived from New Orleans for a well deserved respite. Thank goodness I had found a charming French laundress who turned around the sheets, towels and our clothes in a matter or hours since we also need to clean and re-provision Free Spirit during those same hours. Since John and Lisa were only with us for six days we shared Marigot briefly and headed back to St. Barts. This time we went straight to Anse de Columbier and took a mooring on the south side of the ...

<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>SAINT JOHN ISLAND<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>< br><br><br><br>We are at St. John and it is 07.00 am. It is the most "Virgin" out of all the other Virgin Islands .<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Our sailing ship stops in the Ocean, and another one comes to take us to the shore. We get in line and we step in the smaller one which carries us out ...