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a few days in a madhouse
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Arriving in Antigua was a nicer experience than last time, even though they had the cheesy steel pans playing to welcome tourists, the immigration girl i got was much cooler and didn't give me any hassle. When i got through i realised that i had no money and i'd drunkenly left my atm card in my shorts from last night and it was now at the bottom of my backpack. After un packing everything, using the atm and then packing everything back in I got talking to a young antiguan girl called Latoya who was sitting next to me. She had tried to get on a stand by flight to somewhere in the US but failed to get on so was waiting for her mum to pick her up.. i found out she was heading the same direction so luckily i got a lift halfway across the island and was left at the correct bus stop with instructions on what number bus to take and how much to pay, i left them promising that i'd pay a visit for a drink at their family bar called 'bassa big stuff' in allsaints.
The guest house i was heading for was recommended to me by Crystal who'd i met down at the 3rivers eco lodge in Dominica.
It's called the pineapple house and costs 40us a night with cheaper deals for the yachties who visit there regulary. When i found it i couldn't really work out what was going on, there was a guy passed out on a bed to the left and another one on the right and no sign of a reception. i woke up this guy and asked for the reception, in his kiwi accent he said this is it, i told him i wanted a bed for a few days and he pointed to the other end of the room and was told to make myself at home. The pineapple house residents had had just a heavy night as i had so everyone was in the same boat and nursing their self inflicted hangovers.
By the end of the day i felt well at home with this crazy crowd of charimatic travellers and ended up going out to a jungle fancy dress party at the local nightclub Abracadbra, my costume consisted of a bare chest, a faux tiger skin pillow case which wrapped round my waist and then a hat of leaves i pulled of some tropical tree. i had many good nights at the pineapple house and it is probably the best plave i've stayed at so far. There are no rooms or locks and everything is communal including the dinners which are cooked at night to the alcohol in the fridge, everyone puts in to the idea and the result is a lot of jokes, laughs and good fun. The owner, Libby, was away in New york for most of the week when i was there, so it was run by the kiwi called phil, who is hilarious and one of a kind.
After the morning after the homecoming party of when Libby came back, i lucked out again and was driven by her all the way to the airport for my flight to Nevis. I didn't see much of Antigua, it is known for it's 365 beaches but due to my slow decline to being an alcoholic i didn't get to sit on one of them.
Where I stayed:
pineapple house
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