Life in Antigua. Brutish and short or luxurious?
It’s been very windy for the last few days with gusts in the 40s, conditions that are not uncommon during January when the Caribbean are in the clutches of the “Christmas Winds”. However, unlike the Bahamas that suffer from clocking winds when a cold front comes through, the winds here are reliably from the east so there is no need to move from place to place as the weather changes. And, again, unlike the Bahamas, when a cold front pushes south and brings very strong winds to the Bahamas, here it causes the trade winds to relax, something that we hope to see in a few days. And, as Wednesday is Brenda’s birthday, a little less wind will be welcomed by the birthday girl.
My friend Bill on Kalunamoo contacted me yesterday to see if we’d be interested in moving south with them next week when the winds subside a bit. However, that’s not in the cards for us, just yet.
And that’s because, in addition to holding onto our hats in the wind, I am still messing around with some important repairs, most notably still unresolved compressor issues for our fridge/freezer. Just getting someone out to look at the unit has proven to be difficult and at last estimate, it could take as long as another month to resolve the problem which makes the delay in moving due to the high winds, pale by comparison with repair issues. For now, we have to watch our battery level like a hawk as the compressor really labors and chokes if the voltage isn’t up to snuff, at 90% or better of full charge which means that in spite of abundant sunshine, I am still running our Honda generator every day which I am sure brings joy to our neighbors in the anchorage.
The refrigeration guys told me that once we order a new unit, and that won’t happen until I meet with them early this coming week, it might be three weeks until the unit is even shipped from the US. There are some options that I hope can speed this up but it’s going to be at least two weeks, I’d guess until things are resolved and we are free to move away from here.
The watermaker is happily now mostly mended and I can at least operate it in manual mode as the “computer” that normally controls the unit doesn’t work. Unfortunately, the fix that would surely solve the problem will cost at least one boat dollar, a bit rich for my blood at the moment with the pending fridge repair so, for now, I am content to open a few valves, toggle some switches and make water the “old fashioned way”. Old fashioned or not, I am still in awe that our prized watermaker can magically turn salt water into fresh at the “push of a button” or now, at the push of several buttons, throwing of valves and switches.
However, there may be help to bring us back to the “one click” machine option as the watermaker guy still has some ideas for a simpler fix for less than a boat dollar. I’ll know more about that soon, I hope.
And, now for something completely different. I decided to try some of the fruits that are common here like star and passion fruits, types that aren’t readily available in the US but are grown here in abundance. Star fruit is supposed to taste a lot like apple, which is true, but the one I tasted left me unimpressed.
Another fruit that I decided to try was passion fruit. It looks like a smallish overripe apple, sort of dried out and spotty brown. Inside the pulpy rind is a filling of soft stuff with black seeds that look to me more like frog eggs than anything else. The seeds and soft fruit are a bit sour and I was told to mix it with yogurt, which I did. They tasted much better than this sounds. The bad news, I now know, is that they have what might be called, to put it delicately, a “lubricating effect” and my stomach etc have been in full revolt for two days now. Not fun and I guess that I am sort of sworn off on trying unfamiliar tropical fruit for the time being.
However, prior to the recent effects of the passion fruit taking full control, Brenda and I took part, along with some other cruisers, in a tour, put on by the Parks Department, of some of the old ruins along a ridge on the bluff above the dockyard, where many British troops were housed when Nelson’s Dockyard was in operation.
Our docent, Dr Murphy, is very knowledgeable about the history of the island and as a trained archaeologist, was able to make history come alive for us. He spoke of the life led by those in the British navy when they were stationed here. Based on what he said, that life was brutish and short, with a fatality rate upwards of 70% per year due to yellow fever, heat stroke and many other illnesses.
It sounded horrible. But, like those of us that were participating in “Rum in the Ruins”, they had rum. And, it seems that rum was about all that they had and they had plenty of rum every day, enough to keep them lubricated enough to take the edge off of their miserable life. I can only imagine what it must have been like to wake up every morning with a raging hangover and have to march in formation with heavy wool uniforms on in the tropical heat. “Please, please, Captain can I have another rum punch.”
Dr. Murphy even dressed the part. It’s hard to imagine living in this hot climate dressed in so many layers. Note the rum punch, issued to us all to “get in the mood” as it were. I have heard him speak in the past and he was as entertaining as I remembered.
High up on the ridge, overlooking the dockyard, the strong winds were really whipping. Seeing the tall grass swaying in the breeze was beautiful.
He talked about the history of some of the building, each with their own story.
His description of the ruins and life in that era gave us a good feel for what life must have been like here so many years ago.
I’ve mentioned this in a past post, but from the bluff, you could see Eric Clapton’s compound way down below.
After the tour, just as it was getting dark, our group headed back to town. Interestingly, here in the Caribbean, dusk is very short and sunset to pitch dark is quick, perhaps about 30 minutes. Not a lot of twilight in these parts.
In the growing twilight, we went for a walk on the docks to see the mega yachts. Now that the holiday parties in nearby St Barths are over, the marinas are nearly full, with one yacht more spectacular than the next. It’s interesting to see the dozens of crew that work on these huge boats as they head out for an evening of bar hopping. It’s easy to guess who is crew as they are all very young and very fit. I guess that only “beautiful people” need apply.
One of the first we passed on the dock is the 300′ Phoenix. She sports a huge sculpture of her namesake on her bow. Check this link to see some remarkable photos of her. Note that the wood expanse under the stairs isn’t the dock, it’s her sun-deck.
Phoenix 2 was launched for Jan Kulczyk in 2010, then the richest guy in Poland, for a reported $160,000,000. Unfortunately, under the category of “you can’t take it with you”, Jan died in 2015 at the tender age of 65. It was reported that he died of complications of surgery. I believe that Phoenix is now for the use of his family.
Seeing a lineup of these yachts in the twilight is something to behold. Hard to believe that one person can amass enough wealth to afford one of these. Imagine paying for such a yacht along with a full time staff of some 30 crew.
And, some yachts are so big and have to move around so much stuff and so many toys, that the owners purchase another “shadow yacht” to follow the “mother yacht” around from place to place. The yacht on the left in this photo is such a vessel, aptly named Garcon as in “Garcon, please fetch my (whatever)”, submarine, sailboat, tender, toys, chopper, whatever. And speaking of chopper, note the one secured to her upper deck. Obviously it just wouldn’t be right to clutter up your yacht with an ugly chopper.
This recent addition to the relentless need to “keep up with the Joneses” world of the uber-rich has only happened in the last few years but I am sure that you will agree that if you were forced to cram all your stuff into a single yacht it would be quite annoying. “Garson, can you PLEASE get Dimitri’s chopper off of the sundeck? I’d like to work on my tan.”
Besides, with only a single yacht it would have to be so ginormous that you wouldn’t be able to get it into your favorite harbors, so it just makes sense to have two. To keep the cost down, your floating “garage” could have much more spartan conditions than the real yacht. And, you could hire a cook instead of a chef, to feed the crew, which would be a big savings as well, right?
So that’s why everyone knows that it’s just plain less expensive to have a yacht and a shadow ship, than to have a single yacht that can handle all your stuff. Check out this site that describes the “why” and see if you agree.
And speaking of mother yachts, I wrote about EOS, owned by Barry Diller and his wife Diane Von Ferstenburg in my last post. Up close, on the right, she definitely looks the part of luxury.
Across the dock is Phoenix which is so much larger in displacement in spite of being about the same length.
Everywhere you look, something more expensive looking than you’d expect. How about these boarding ladders and most with a intercom to announce yourself. “Can I trouble you for a bit of Grey Poupon?” “No, go away!”
I guess that’s it for now and as I continue to recover from my ill advised sampling out of the local fruits, I expect that the crew and owners on these huge yachts of wealth know better.
Besides, like those miserable British navy guys, no matter how miserable you get, a Tot of rum will make things seem right.
Yes, life here was once brutish and short but now…not so much, especially for those fortunate enough to have a mega-yacht or better yet, a second one to fit all their stuff.
Don’t forget, Brenda’s birthday is coming up soon. January 15th. Just sayin…



She is EOS, one of the largest sailing yachts in the world, at over 300′. She’s so large that they had to bring her into the harbor backwards, in the dark, because she is too large to turn around in the basin. She’s owned by
I guess that the big question is why do we spend so much time, MONEY and energy on boats when they cause such heartache.
And, as if this view isn’t spectacular enough, I expect that a passing shower will show up in the next hour or so and leave a beautiful double rainbow in it’s wake.
Break out another thousand? I’d prefer not to think about all that, I’ll just enjoy the view.
The normally strong trade winds have been light which has made sleeping a bit tough as it’s pretty warm down below in the evenings, without a cooling breeze. But, what a beautiful view of the still waters in the early morning light.
And a view of the Admiral’s Inn and the beautiful classic schooner, Mary Rose, to our stern, glowing. The pillars to the left once formed the base for the Georgian era sail loft that served Lord Nelson’s navy when this harbor was England’s base of operations for the Caribbean or West Indies. The British fought hard to keep control of what is still perhaps the best harbor in the Caribbean.
And, here’s Pandora behind Mary Rose out in front of the Inn. What a spot.
Brenda and I have been taking advantage of the light winds to enjoy a “cocktail cruise” in the harbor each evening. Daily cruises like these have been a part of our boating life for 40 years now. It’s a wonderful way to end the day. Once the trades kick back in, probably next week, our tradition will be put on hold until things settle down again. But for now, seeing a sunset like this, at the mouth of the harbor, with Montserrat in the distance, and the waves breaking on the shore, is the perfect accompaniment to a gin and tonic.
Of course, what better way to ring in the new year after a wonderful dinner at the Inn than with fireworks in a tropical setting, viewed from a comfortable chair on Pandora’s bow? To see the “rocket’s red glare” over the iconic Nelson’s Dockyard is something to behold.
Even without the light show, the nightly view of the yachts from Pandora’s deck is beautiful. This photo, a bit blurry in the dark, doesn’t do the view justice.
In spite of the impressive array of yachts, the harbor is actually fairly empty as most of the really big yachts left town to celebrate the New Year in nearby St Barths, the most exclusive island in the Caribbean and the winter playground of billionaires, all jockeying to show off their wealth. I am told that many boats will return to Antigua in the next week as the holidays wind down.
I’d say that she’s sort of a speedboat crossed with a chrome and glass man-pad. It’s hard to see in this photo but she, “he?” sports two huge 5-6′ diameter, many bladed props that look like they mean business. No swimming off the stern while the engine is running. Or, if the owner is thinking about turning in the “little woman” for a newer model, “Honey, how about a dip off the stern before we head out. You go ahead, I’ll be down in a moment. I just need to check out something up in the cockpit.”
Go fast or not, I prefer the sailing yachts and there are plenty to choose from if you have the coin and most are so big that even the 1% crowd need not apply. How about this beautiful schooner?
I had to get special permission from the guard on the dock to get close to her. Fortunately, I knew the guard, Shirley so she just waived me by. Guarding aboard this one was a “yacht yard guard dog” following my every move, sitting on one of her huge winches, perhaps a favorite perch. Or was it a guard dog bed? Only he knows.
While Antigua is clearly the playgroup of the uber-wealthy, there are also some beautiful, if less exotic boats to enjoy like this lovely Carriacou sloop heading out for a day sail.
Today I walked over to nearby Falmouth to see what sort of huge yachts were there. While the marina isn’t even close to full, it has an amazing array of hardware. This dink, a bit fancier than our own “Hope” suggests something about the “mother ship”.
And, speaking of Mother ships, how about this one?
And she’s complete with plenty of “toys” including this 800hp tender. I wonder how fast she goes? Too fast for me in any sort of seaway, I expect, where she would surely launch herself from wave top to wave top.
And of course there’s always the iconic Maltese Falcon, with her unique Dyna Rig square sails. She was built for a Venture Capital guy, Tom Perkins, now deceased and is now in full time charter. She can be yours and yours alone for a cool half million per week.
Not cool enough for you? Perhaps one of these. And, ask yourself, what does someone who has enough money to afford a boat like Here Comes The Sun, do to “keep up the Joneses”? You can charter her for about $1.5 million per week. Of course, that’s plus expenses, fuel tips and the like.
And with “Sun” you can also opt to charter a “shadow yacht”. The aptly named Pink Shadow will be there to carry all the toys you’ll need. The concept, as I understand it, is that by using a shadow yacht, you can go with a Mother ship that is smaller than you might otherwise require. Of course, shadow or not, Here Comes The Sun is still a bit girl at 300′. Going this route allows you to save room aboard and put all those bulky toys on a separate boat, ship, yacht, or whatever you want to call it that can follow you around like a little pink puppy. Catch a gander at the crane that Lil Pink sports?
Getting back into the “mere mortals” category, here’s
And, of course where there is one race boat, there’s bound to be others. Right next to Maiden, is a state of the art sled. Big difference in the look of speeders now.
And now, for a bit about the reality of “yachting for the regular folks”, that’s us. They say that cruising is nothing much more than boat repair in exotic places and our personal experience would confirm that statement.
The guys were aboard for way longer than expected and I can’t wait to get the bill.
So there you have it, boat repair for the “little people” in exotic places and plenty of the “other half” on hand to remind us just how little we, or at least our bank accounts, are.
In my last post I showed this photo of a “long tail” boat from Thailand owned by a friend, Paul, one of the owners of the Admiral’s Inn and promised to tell more about the boat and how it got to Antigua. So, here goes…
Paul had offered to take me out for a spin so we met at the dock at the Admiral’s Inn. As he approached the dock he picked the prop out of the water to put it in “neutral”, coasting up to the dock.
It was very tight maneuvering to clear the dock so he had to dip the prop in and out of the water several times to get us underway.
So, off we went. A great contrast between Paul’s boat and this one in the background, “Home”. More about that in a bit.
When at speed, you get a feel for just how dangerous this sort of “outboard” would be with a spinning prop, a boat length behind spinning just below the surface. No going close to swimmers with this boat.
I have always associated this sort of boat with James Bond, who’s Long Tail was a bit more sporty than Paul’s.Anyway, Paul’s boat is more my speed. And, at a stately un-Bond pace, we headed out of the entrance of beautiful English Harbor, home to the British Navy during the age of sail. Just outside are an interesting rock formation called the Pillars of Hercules. I am told that it is a great spot to dive or snorkel. In the bow is Astrid, Paul’s sister and partner in the Admiral’s Inn.
Paul shut off the engine for a bit and we sat for a while enjoying the view. We drifted a bit to close to the rocks so Paul “backed” us out by turning the engine perpendicular to the boat and gave us a shove with the engine.
We headed back into the harbor and past “Home” again. Home is a private yacht launched in 2017. She’s really impressive, particularly given her 80′ long expanse of windows on both sides and her distinctive plumb bow.
Most large yachts have some sort of special feature that makes them particularly unique and fun for their guests. How about this spot on the bow to enjoy the view when you are underway? The seats move up and down hydraulically I guess. “I can fly, I can fly!”. I guess it’s supposed to be like that scene in the movie Titanic.
Makes sense if you are paying $275,000 a week to charter her in high season. Sorry but that doesn’t include expenses and tips for the crew. “Wow, honey, I thought that was a lot for a week long charter but this seat makes it totally a deal!” Want to learn more so you can decide if you want to go for a ride in the seat yourself?