January 14, 2007 - English Harbor, Antigua

Bloody hell. After clearing the coral heads around Coco Point, we had what should have been a simple close reach passage from Barbuda to Man O’ War Point on the windward side of Antigua. Lenore and I were both seasick for the duration. I spent much of what should have been a beautiful day sail hunkered down in my bunk. You would think that by now I would have learned to put on my seasickness bands or take a Stugeron. I only came up on deck as we reached the windward side of Antigua to help Sten take off the mainsail cover.

As we rounded Man O’ War and headed downwind along the south coast of Antigua, a squall opened up on us. Drenched, steering and concentrating on keeping us from jibing while Sten manned the mainsheet, ready to dump the main if the windward helm got to be to much, I managed to forget all about being seasick.

After a quick tour of English Harbor, and two failed anchoring attempts, we were anchored, the dinghy was launched, and we were showered and changed. With a road beer for each of us, we hiked up to the top of Shirley Heights for the Sunday night barbeque. After some tasty ribs and pecan pie, we joined the jump up as the steel drum band ceded the stage to a reggae band. Good times. As an added bonus, we didn’t break either of our uninsured necks on the way back down the trail at the end of the night.