Grand Pinapple Beach Resort, view from our apartment
Our apartment is second from the left on the top floor. Great view!
Relax with a book.
All inclusive, but you had to wait for alcoholic drinks until 11am (how bad!)
The main restaurant, right at the beach.
Birds were omnipresent, you had to cover glases with water as soon as you left the table.
About twenty red footed tortoises kept in a protected sandpit.
Windsurfing lessons available (we only realized that too late).
That's the view from my deckchair.
The water on the Atlantic side is not too hot during this time of the year (but you can easily snorkel for hours without feeling cold).
A catamaran tour with Wadadli Cats.
Welcome on board!
The captain's pose.
Don't get burnt (we did not listen).
The water cannot be more turquoise.
You might be a neighbor of Eric Clapton, Oprah, Larry Flint, or Silvio Berlusconi (was our prime minister here as well?)
Good bye and come again!
Somebody has to do the painting ...
... and cleaning.
On the trail from Pigeon Beach to Fort Berkeley.
An agave plant.
English Harbour, with Fort Berkeley in the middle and Pillars of Hercules on the right.
The remnants of the old power.
The yacht is soooo tall!
Local fauna (grazing on gravel?)
Admiral Nelson used to call Antigua the “infernal hole”.
History and modern times.
18th century dockyard.
Pillars of Hercules
Betty's Hope, a preserved windmill used to process sugarcane.
Among other products, rum distilled and stored here en masse.
Goats at Betty's Hope.
St. John's, the capital of Antigua and Barbuda.
The town has two parts. The bigger part is the one where locals live.
V.C. Bird, an adored and corrupt former prime minister.
The colorful houses show some wear and tear.
And that's the second part, with classy shops built for the tourists who come with the cruise ships.
Guys with flip flops get off the ship for a couple of hours and need to check their email.
And here they are, the floating cities.
This shopping area is crowded with people from the cruise ships (you can recognize them by their footwear).
Once the ships leave, the crowds disappear.
And this is the part where the locals live, crowded with people and cars all day and night long.
St. John's cathedral, built in 1845 (previous one destroyed by earthquakes).
God praise the wired town.
The robust pine interior is intended to withstand hurricanes and earthquakes ...
... although some outside renovation seems desirable.
This is something one would not expect - the Moravian Church (Jednota bratrská) ...
... indeed, one of Jednota bratrská's provinces is the West Indies, including Antigua (the history is easy to google up).
The main bus terminal.
And the cruise ships are gone.
Hawksbill Bay, the hills in the background are Montserrat.
Gorgeous sand (with a gorgeous girl).
The waves aren't small.
The sun sets behind Nevis (the smaller island of St. Kitts and Nevis).
There is nothing better than to have a one-mile beach just for yourself.
White sand, turquoise sea.
A small crab that scared Katka off (she still has nightmares).
Not ripe yet :-(.