It would have been another perfect beach day today, but we just weren't in a beach day mood. I guess that's the beauty of visiting these islands multiple times each winter. Instead we enjoyed a late breakfast in the dining room, continued to work our way through the latest batch of mail that Martha sent from home, spent time in the hot tub on the back of Deck 17, enjoying the gorgeous view and hot sun, had a slice of pizza for lunch (the dining room was closed for lunch and I'm not a huge fan of the lunch buffet), and decided the best place to enjoy the rest of the day was on the sunny aft deck. Sometimes a deck lounger and choice of two sparkling clean pools on the back of the ship beats getting to a beach and renting chairs and umbrella, and today was one of those times.
But, of course, it's against G's religion to not get off the ship for at least a little while every port day. He finally walked off shortly after 1pm, armed with a two-way radio. I had the other one with me on the back terrace deck. At 2pm he radioed me...he was the sole passenger on an historical harbor cruise, and their ship had just left the dock and was sailing past the back of our ship. I was thrilled for him; he's been wanting to take this hour-long cruise every time we've been on Antigua. I told him to listen well to the narration, and fill me in when he returned. (Look closely at photo #2 and you'll see him waving from the front of the boat).
Well, since he was the only passenger, he was able to ask all sorts of questions, which you know he loved. He said the guide was extremely well informed and could answer very one of his questions. Unfortunately, they began serving him rum punches before the boat ever left the dock, and at the end of the cruise, sent him off the boat with one last rum punch in hand. All I'm getting from him tonight is that there were three forts overlooking St. Johns harbor, but he can't recall their names. :^|
I must make a note to read a comprehensive history of the Caribbean before our cruises next year.