It’s blowing twenty gusting twenty-five, blue water’s hissing at the rail. The helm loads up, the boat takes off, down another Caribbean roller. The wild ride continues, stem-deep pristine ocean cascades over the bow. The deck is hot, the sun is brilliant, and so is the competition. Sun, Sea and Surf, the pace is on. Palm trees dance on Pigeon Beach, the ‘Trades’ are in, and you don’t want them to stop.
Cracking jokes on the dock, salt encrusted, a cold one soothes the thirst. The beat goes on and the rhythm hits you. You nod, shake your hips, and move your hands and feet. You’re tuned-in and the DJ’s playing your favourite song with a hundred or more dancing with you. The sun sighs farewell, setting the skies ablaze, but the party goes on. You don’t want to stop but it will be blowing twenty when the sun says – Good Morning.
The 49th Edition of Antigua Sailing Week – April 23-29 2016