Day 22: Slapping Pete Doherty

22.01.09: Currently sitting in the Tourist Centre opposite the jetty in Hillsborough, Carriacou island waiting for the guy who said he'd take me to Union Island in his speedboat (for a fee) to come back. He's been gone an hour. If anyone is reading this and is in the Caribbean and is BORED and has a speedboat, I NEED YOU MORE THAN PETE DOHERTY NEEDS A SLAP. I'm going to try and bungle my way up to St. Vincent today, but what I really need is passage to Barbados. Help! 7:30pm update:  I finally got a small motor boat over to Union Island in the Grenadines at about midday, it only took about 40 minutes but I got utterly utterly drenched on the way over. Missed the coastguard leaving for St. Vincent in a goddamn SPEEDBOAT by five minutes.  So I've progressed about 3 miles today.  Still…

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Day 21: Yelling At Neptune

21.01.09 We set off from the marina at around half two in the morning and headed north to Grenada. It was slow and painful, but at least I was moving. Once we got into open water, I went back to sleep. I'm proud to announce that my scurvy landlubber credentials are still thoroughly intact as I spent the entire day yelling at Neptune, if you get my meaning. Blurgh. I still feel like I'm moving now. Ted, John and Linda took it with good grace (thank you!) and I am more than a little embarrassed by the whole affair. Pizza and beer before getting on a yacht? Never again! We reached Prickly Bay, Grenada at 3pm and after thanking the crew profusely (and apologising for all the Technicolor yawns) I raced over to the capital, St. Georges for the boat over to Carriacou Island, right up…

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