Ah Antigua, probably my favourite place on Planet Earth.
Nothing to do with flying, as I didn't fly then, but a funny story anyway.
I met up with a group of American chaps and we decided to rent a fishing boat for the day. Being fishing, wives were not allowed. This was difficult for two of the chaps, as they were on honeymoon. The boat was duly booked for a pick up at 7am.
On said morning, on said pier, were two very fine American girls. They were meant to be meeting some playboy who had pulled them a couple of nights before and had a big boat. Needless to say he wasn't in sight. When our boat turned up, they asked if they could join us, as "we seemed like a good laugh".
Some consternation amongst the honeymooners, but a majority vote carried it.
Much Tuna, Baracuda and King fish was caught and the instantly naked birds, between sunbathing on the front of the boat, kept us fishermen full of rum punch. Anyone who has been game fishing in the Carribean will know that you are totally bolloxed by the time you get back.
As the day draws to a close, El Capitano heads for home and we admire our catch and these two fine young fillies, all through very drunken eyes, drinking even more punch and all singing shanties.
Horror, abject horror.
Our destination pier is covered in "fish wives"... but worse, they are our wives!!
As we disembarked, the girlies were giving out kisses and thanking us for inviting them and saying what a great day they had.
I think I got away with it, but the US chaps certainly didn't
I would love to fly around the islands and am very jealous of Tudor's pictures. Must get back there this winter.