A month and a half. That is how long I’ve spent in the small island nation of Antigua and Barbuda. A long time for a circumnavigator with itchy feet. But I have decided to stay in the Caribbean another year. Otherwise I should really be making my way towards the Panama Canal by now. But staying here longer has by no means been a concession. This place offers a unique combination of secluded anchorages, pristine beaches, wildlife (below and above the waterline), historical sites and a vibrant sailing community. And it is literally littered with superyachts. You hardly react anymore when a 200 foot sailing monster moves through the anchorage, with crews of thirty or more, all in matching clothes. And it now seams perfectly normal to watch an entire steel band being launched from a superyacht onto a secluded beach in order to entertain the guests during a lunch ashore.
My immediate plan is probably to hang around for another couple of weeks as I am waiting for my friends Calin and Ioana that I met back in Italy last summer. We were planning to sail across the Atlantic at the same time, but they had to haul out in Tenerife to deal with a problem with their rudder and they have only just arrived in the Caribbean. I will then continue north towards Saint Martin/Sint Maarten as I, at some weak moment in time, offered to babysit my friend Rikki’s boat as she has to fly to the US for a few days. I also hope to pass the old Swedish colony Saint Barthélemy on the way. After that, I guess it will be the Virgin Islands before I will have to start to move south again for the hurricane season. The plan is to dodge hurricanes in Grenada and the Grenadines. But that’s months from now and I really don’t want to make detailed plans that long ahead anymore. The old me had to do that all the time, the new version lives in the now. And right now I am going to have rum punch and watch the sun set over English Harbour.
In closing, I just want to mention that my parents just took in three Ukrainian refugees at their summer place on Korcula in Croatia. Two young ladies with a one year old that drove all the way from Lviv in order to escape the war in Ukraine. So proud of them for doing their part when the world outside my little paradise is trying to destroy itself. Again.