And that was Antigua…
The island boast 365 beaches. Skeptics suggest that not all are actual beaches, but for marketing reasons the country sticks to the claim. After all, they have no rivers, no real mountain ranges. Beaches, white and or pink sand (that left like carpet under my feet) and natural harbours makes the country a seaman’s paradise. Not just now, but since those colonial bastards ruled the Caribbean.
Thanks to my friends Terry and Urika for a lovely time! Ofcourse there was a musuem trip, a J’can dancehall, a soca fete, quick trip to the beach and round the island drive. No trip is comlte without a walk in town, the craft market and old buildings. And lots of tom foolery on my part. I had a grand time. …..oh yeah.
So the island is home to too many J’cans, who both contribute to and tear down the island. ( all immigrants do that) It was the first place however that when I broke out in a Jamaican dialect I felt quite at home. The stories of slave masters relocating families from Jamaica to Antigua inorder to break up the family structure is suggested as the reason for the simiarity in accents despte the distance and the continued migration of J’cans to Antigua. J’can patties are quite common but cost a fortune $7.50 EC. That’s a lot. The same cost $4.50 in St. Vincent!!
Some sailor carved “Mohawk” in this door. He knew I’d come wearing one 200 hundred years later!
Some sailor dude named Nelson “His Majesty’s Antigua Naval Yard at English Harbour was built starting about 1725. Its function was to maintain the Royal Naval warships that captured valuable sugar islands of the Eastern Caribbean thus cutting off enemy trade and increasing Britain’s own wealth.
Nelson’s Dockyard National Park.
They shared the island’s up as if we were theirs to share!
English Harbour view from Fort Shirley. Straw clutch, hand made in St.Lucia ( Caribbean fashion rocks)
St. Barnabas Anglican Church. One of the most photographed churches on the island. It is green because of the stones used to build it. I could not get any information on why the stones were green.
St. John’s Cathedral built 1848.
Asking the tour guide questions. They say it’s an American trait to ask questions. That’s bullshit…if I aint know. I going to “hask”!!
Not trying to be rude, but this creepy guy wouldnt leave me alone in the church graveyard. For a second I wondered if he was real. I probably had no business walking grave to grave reading headstones any way. Man headstones can be funny.
My little ‘Tigan partner, J’Daniah.
They call this feature Devil’s Bridge. It’s some kind of landform caused by wave action or erosion….you need a Bachelors in Geography to know this. Sorry cant help ya!!
