This will be a quickie.... it took two days to get here, with a teeny weeny 8 seater propeller plane over huge clouds as the grand finale (san juan to anguilla) Ellie -kins was not psyched- especially after she heard the flight would last for almost an hour and a half . Worst of all, they have to weigh all of your carry on bags- with all those embarrassing magazines inside...as well as ask you in front of everyone:
How Much Do You weigh Man?? With a reggae accent.
My Germans however thought it was Christmas. (Especially when the pilot started giving instructions on the fire extinguishers).
To relieve the tension I made a new BFF on board: a woman I thought was so brave, so blasé in the face of shark infested waters..that I started to believe in fearlessness again, until I found BFF from Boston was stoned out of her mind on xanax. I still love her though- even though she does not share .
Sadly my bag did not arrive , and I was desperate to get into the water so I rushed to the hotel boutique to buy a bathing suit. The horror. (Who has boobs this small? Who can wear a tiny triangle on top like that ?) I am ingesting nothing but sand and pineapples for the next week.
Happily I am now in bed with the sea crashing outside my door - and no unpacking at all.
Photos tomorrow ....
