Ann's House | Back to England |
[click] Landing in Antigua which is unbelievably hot. I have a four hour wait until I get on the plane to Nevis.
[click] Five hours later. No sign of plane, it's bloody hot and I'm shattered. No information, no one to ask. Evidently the plane is delayed for no specified reason and I'm being rude to mention it. The only other passenger seems to be a West Indian lady of rather generous proportions. She is sitting next to what looks like a boxed refrigerator.
[click] The sun is going down ahead of me and we're skimming over a bright blue sea with a volcanic island rising up ahead. The plane looks like something I used to make as a model. Not in design, I was more into English Spitfires and German Junkers, but in actual size. There are three of us on board and it's full. We were delayed boarding as my fellow passenger argued over whether she could take the refrigerator as a carry-on. She finally checked it at the gate. I haven't told Ann I'm coming. I'll surprise her at her house for an evening meal, candles, drinks on the porch and maybe we'll wander over to the Bath Hotel. [click]