I just got back to the boat after skulking around in the air-conditioned supermarket here in Jolly Harbor Antigua for almost an hour with, I confess, no intention of purchasing anything. The sole purpose of the visit was to cool down. The operation was rendered useless though because by the time I got back to the boat I was drenched in perspiration again. For the first time since we moved on board a year ago now, I am tempted to jump ship.
Most people think we’re living in paradise. HA! This past week has been more like hell. The temperatures have been in the 90‘s, there’s not a puff of wind, or as the French say, ‘not a fart of wind’ and it’s so humid that the dried beans on my spice necklaces* are starting to molt. Torrential rain pours down intermittently day and night does nothing to cool the air and means we have keep the hatches closed effectively turning Taka Trois into a boiling hot steam bath and I really hate steam baths.
If that’s not enough, the island currently has an infestation of mosquitos which plague us by night and as its mango season here, the flies are out in droves driving us mad all day long. I find myself looking longingly at the catamaran next door and the German boat across the pontoon which have air-conditioning wondering if it would be weird to ask them if I could rent one of their cabins...
