Lagoon Marina and Hotel St. Vincent

... and headed to town for provisions on the public bus. The Bequia bus is not your ordinary public transportation, nor like any you could imagine. There are several buses that run you all over town for about 1EC (1 US dollar = 2.6 ECs). The buses are mini vans racing through the streets blaring reggae music with locals jamming to the beat inside. What a fun and unique experience. The roads in Bequia are paved, but sketchy to say the least ...

... so that we could see into the volcano crater and take photos&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;but &#8230;&#8230;nothing. It was too cold to wait motionless for long &#8211; so it was time to retrace our steps back to the minibus for a celebratory rum punch! Fun!<br><br>That cloud heralded our only run of bad weather&#8230;..and boy, does it know how to rain in the Caribbean!......so, many crosswords and sudokus later, it was off to the airport for our flight to Barbados!

... the mosquito. As you are aware, mosquitoes feed at dawn and dusk - but not these Mustique mosy socialites - they're happy to invite you for a bite anytime. We have the most wonderful toy in the house - it's an electric tennis racket contraption...you press the button and the "strings" become electrified and as you waft the raquet through the air there is the most satisfying "zap" as they are exterminated ...

... ATM's and buy enough Euros right there in the local cambios, then why make a butt-busting trip just to save a few bucks and cover my future Kountry Kount in the unlikely event that Guyane Francaise might one day secede from the union? France is not likely to give up the Ariane launchpad at Kourou any time soon I don't reckon, and more important than a slight exchange advantage is the fact that my E-trade bank- since it has no ATM's of its own ...

... cruiser living has taught us how to be resourceful. We didn't have much in our backpack except for the water and a few pieces of tissue. Oh, but my sunglasses strap might be of use. A bit of creative twisting with the croakie and we had a serviceable bit of footwear which allowed us to get back down the hill and around to the nearest bus stop. After Carriacou, we motor sailed to Union Island where we checked in with Customs for the ...

... pier with me straddling the water going for a split. In slow motion -- suitable for "America's Funniest Home Videos" -- I plopped in the water. Fortunately my foot found a stable rock while I was only halfway in and I practically flew back into the dinghy. All this time Chris stood, shocked, not believing what the heck I was doing, rooted to his spot, watching as I sank slowly into the sunset. Oh well, so much for grace. I sent Chris to tell Guy and Hanna that we'd be a ...

... that I truly am at the end of the world. Still looking up, I take one last sip of my drink, realizing just how much the end of the world feels like home. For More Information: Frangipani: www.frangipanibequia.com, 784-458-3255 Caribbean Star: www.vincyaviation.com Mustique Airways: www.mustique.com SVG Air: www.svgair.com Grenadine Travel: 784-458-3795 Bequia Sweet: www.bequiasweet.com Bequia Toursim: www.bequiatourism.com Read More at Klenske, Ink.

... snaking their way through bedrooms and lizards scampering across mud-packed kitchen floors. None of the walls or ceilings are even close to being conventional as all are curving or sloping in a way that is reminiscent of the eroding mud of the cliff's the homes are built from. Today about half of these unique treasures have been restored and serve as a resort, of sorts. There is no electricity, but lamps are ...

... a drink at Basil's but Basil was off traveling and we had to return the next morning to see his assistant to get the bosun's chair. We hiked up the hill (rather steep) to the Firefly for cocktails and a wonderful platter of seafood appetizers. The view from their bar and restaurant is great and the setting is lovely. As much of Mustique, the dress is a little more formal than most cruisers are used to. Off season we got away with "dressy" shorts & shirts but the waiters were ...

... WHAT??' Of course the Americans there were like, 'oh yeah, I can shoot a raccoon from a hundred yards with my M16' or 'Daddy got me an Apache assault helicopter for my 16th birthday". Me being British however, cannot boast of such claims, so I just put down that I once hit my big brother on the head with a serving spoon, and that when I was 17, I accidently ran over my friend Julian in my car, I told the lady he was alright though, and that the pins and needles in his ...