Since we seem to be caught up in the Winter That Never Ends, looking back at these photos from our time in the Caribbean a number of years ago is a particular form of torture.
I’m a sun whore for lack of a better term, and I loathe the thought of winter and having to cover up with pants (egads!) and boots and bulky coats. I’m in my element in a sundress and flip-flops, or in this case a wetsuit.
Since the Star Clipper’s dive equipment needed some tinkering, when we arrive in Antigua, the voyage director Peter set the six of us divers up with eXtreme Diving, which was manned by three Brits: Don, Anna and “Callum with two Ls.” They charged significantly less than the other neighboring isles, at $80 for a two-tank dive, which was nice; St. Barth’s, on the other hand, wanted us to fork over $190 a person! I’m telling you, this is not a cheap hobby. But eXtreme Diving they were excellent, and also do PADI open water and other certification courses if you’re interested in getting your diver’s license in the Caribbean.
As you can imagine, British humor + a day underwater = the best kind of dive experience. Unfortunately, my camera housing started fogging up in the worst way, so we didn’t get many shots from below the surface. Next time, I’m going to try to put a little bag of silica in my housing before I submerge; apparently, that wards off any fogging effects.
When we were through with our fishy ways, we wandered around the tiny town of Falmouth, which was an odd dichotomy of colorful shacks and massive, million-dollar yachts.
This meant, my ex-Navy, boat-loving husband was in seventh heaven.
We located free WiFi at SA Reese at the harbor and wound up spending the rest of the afternoon catching up on our email while soaking up the rays.