This morning we did our usual walk along the beach before breakfast only to discover the beach was full of Germans - time to move on I think.
There were four big cruise ships visiting the island today so we assume these newcomers are day trippers from the ships.
We have now completed our assignment of being beach bums for a fortnight. To complete the training yesterday we took a boat out to the Kon Tiki bar in the middle of the bay for a few (actually quite a lot) of drinks on a floating bar.
The place has a reputation for either being really good or awful depending on the mood of the landlady who comes from Derbyshire.
We were there on a good day, the beer and rum punch slipped down nicely and we had an enjoyable chat to the crew of a tanker which was moored on a jetty in the next bay. I now have lots of interesting facts to slip into future blogs about the oil business in the Caribbean.
As you can see it was very stressful, would the boatman be too pissed (or high) to get us home. The horses were nothing to do with us but they look good in the photos.
We have now moved to the south of the island to English Harbour which Nelson called an "infernal hole". It seems quite nice to us but I guess he was not staying in a nice hotel and drinking rum punch. He did have the worry of catching Yellow Fever which killed more sailors here than fighting Frenchmen, it was also more deadly than covid.
The hotel is inside Nelson's Dockyard which visitors have to pay to enter so it seems rather like Portmerion in North Wales, we are part of the display but fortunately our rooms are on the first and second floors (living room downstairs and a loft bedroom above) so we don't get tourists peering through our windows.
Lined up outside are some very nice yachts, we might try to chat up some owners to see if we can get a ride somewhere. Watch this space for more unexciting tales from Antigua.