Upon my arrival at ANU airport, I navigated through the security checks once more. Unfortunately, they lacked the modern electronic immigration process I typically favor, as I appreciate receiving an actual stamp in my passport. I envision a future where passport stamping becomes a relic, overshadowed by electronic systems; however, the tangible evidence of travel in the form of stamps holds a special charm for me. It’s gratifying to reflect back on my journeys by flipping through the pages of my passport.
I made my way briskly to the rental car area to collect my vehicle from Hertz, only to discover that there was no representative at the counter. An employee from a different rental company kindly contacted the Hertz representative on my behalf, only to inform me that she was out of the office and would be delayed in returning. It turned out I was the last reservation of the day, and as I had arrived two hours past my scheduled pickup, the rep had left. This was an unprecedented experience, and had my flight information been linked to the reservation, it might have helped in this scenario; however, my airline (Inter-Caribbean) was notably absent from their dropdown menu. I made the decision to cancel my reservation and opted for a taxi instead. I wasn’t willing to sacrifice my limited time in Antigua waiting for a rental car I didn’t urgently need.
Taking a taxi proved to be a fortuitous decision. I engaged in a pleasant conversation with the driver, gaining insights into Antigua’s rich culture and history, and acquired valuable recommendations for activities, sights, and dining during my visit—all while enjoying the picturesque scenery leading to my hotel. I resolved to have her drive me back to the airport the following day. Although I typically refrain from such arrangements to maintain flexibility, her friendly demeanor and willingness to assist made this choice feel right. A fare of $48 is substantial for someone from a low-income country like Antigua, and I was glad to support her.
I checked into the Antigua Yacht Club, a boutique hotel set on the bay in English Harbour. The absence of American hotel chains meant I could not leverage points or loyalty perks during my stay, and hotel rates were notably higher compared to the other islands I had visited. I selected this hotel for its prime location, which proved to be a sound choice. While the property itself was modest, its charm was evident, complemented by a few basic amenities. At a rate of $200, it was reasonable considering its location right on the water and my private balcony overlooking the harbor.
I quickly discerned that Antigua had a serene, laid-back atmosphere reminiscent of Grenada. A regatta was underway, drawing numerous large yachts to the harbor where I was lodged, enhancing the overall experience. The sight of such impressive vessels took me back to my time in Cannes during the film festival seven years ago. I dined that evening at a nearby seafood restaurant situated on the water, indulging in the catch of the day, an exquisite preparation of mahi mahi that lingered in my memory as one of the best I’ve had. After dinner, I made my way to the bar area, where a group of men were playing pool. I enjoy a game of pool over drinks, and traveling solo provides an excellent opportunity to connect with new people. I requested to join the next game, observing a confident local exhibiting quite the pool prowess as he decisively defeated the other players. I challenged him and unexpectedly emerged victorious, which did not sit well with him. He promptly pulled out $500 local currency, placing it on the table, and urged me to play against him again for the cash. I politely declined, knowing that a loss would weigh heavily on my conscience, and a win would feel unjust. He acknowledged my victory with respect and exited the bar, though I sensed his embarrassment. I continued to play for a while with some others, winning nearly every game. The group consisted of an enjoyable mix of boat workers, including one local, one from New Zealand, and one from the U.S. I relished the chance to engage with people from diverse backgrounds, and I learned much about yacht culture and the lives of those who work on boats.
Next, we made our way to another bar a few doors down, known for its lively karaoke nights on Mondays. The place buzzed with a vibrant crowd of yachties, vacationers, and locals, creating a welcoming atmosphere where everyone mingled harmoniously. We shared plenty of laughter and good moments, and after a few refreshing Carib beers, I felt ready to conclude the evening—definitely the highlight of my trip thus far.
My routine typically includes a morning workout, an essential practice I maintain regardless of how early I must rise, whether I am traveling or at home, and even when I’m fatigued or recovering from a night out. This habitual exercise began as a health necessity but has become a significant part of my daily life. Morning workouts are more crucial to me than my first cup of coffee; they energize me, provide balance, and create mental space to organize my day. Frequently, I find that my most productive thoughts and ideas surface during my daily run. I strive to stay at properties equipped with gym facilities; if that’s not possible, I seek outdoor running routes. In this case, while my hotel lacked a gym, I discovered a nearby one conveniently located along the route to a scenic, historical landmark recommended by my taxi driver. After my workout, I embarked on a 30-minute hike, basking in the stunning local landscapes and savoring the island’s panoramic views from atop a hillside.
