It’s a thin strip of sand wedged in between the teal Caribbean Sea on one side and a narrow road, fence and the end of a runway on the other. And conditions are perfect — for a lot of things. The weather is the finest it’s been in a week: hot sun in a cloudless sky and just enough breeze to lull you off your guard and make you think that you are, in fact, not getting scorched. As are…
…was our wonderful motorsail from Antigua to St. Maarten. What was so surprising is that given my condition for the trip — slightly hungover following a wee bit of indulgence at the post-race party for the Caribbean 600 — I should have been miserable and hanging over the rail. Instead, the trip was so glorious that I was once again ready to chuck everything and sail for the horizon once and for all. We left Falmouth Bay around 11:45am Saturday…
Antigua is a small island. And despite the fact that you can drive around the entirety of the island in a couple of hours, it actually holds entire worlds that many people likely don’t realize exist. For instance, there’s the world of yachties. Blond-coiffed and tan, typically young and sporting baggy shorts and flip-flops, they’re easily mistaken for surfers. But they tend not to congregate in places known for having big waves. Rather, they can be found around marinas and…