The masts of the sailing vessels in English Harbour span the globe adding color to an already colorful place. Our dingy is taking us out to our observer craft, tailing the big boys in my near future. Our young captain has the rough hands of an 80 year old construction worker and his even younger mate skinny as a string bean, we other 3 will be of little help. It has been so many past years since I sailed here. It feels good. All to soon we are getting run down by a 52 footer, like a locomotive, the thrill isn’t gone it has just started.
There is no doubt that this Antigua Sailing Week Regatta in Antigua has gotten the blood pumping down here. Crews have been flown in from all over; this event is firmly entrenched on the racing schedule and Yachting World has to be pleased with its sponsorship. Banners for every fermented liquid hang everywhere; even Crab Hole Liquors is doing booming business. My headquarters is my balcony from my amazing suite at the Inn at English Harbour where I can retreat. Seems like years ago that the music from Ky-Mani Marley show drifted across the bay seemingly for my own entertainment. The Marley Magical Mystery Tour grinds down generations. New pledge, win lotto buy yacht and give Captain Rough Hands a steady gig. That boat bearing down on us was all I needed for his work application.