Antigua and Barbuda
Whatever the cause of our electrical mishap the upshot is that we have
damage to the isolation transformer and the charger/inverter as well as a burnt
out AC adapter to Mags’ computer.
The isolation transformer is off the boat and being repaired, probably at
moderate cost. The charger is
fourteen years old and relatively inefficient so rather than send it back to
Unlike many cruising boats we do not carry solar panels or a wind generator and rely on a big alternator on the main engine and the diesel generator to recharge the batteries. We found when crossing the ocean that we were running these longer than we wished – the usage/charging balance is one of the major issues for long distance cruisers. One way to tackle the problem is to install a bigger and more efficient charger. So some good may emerge from this sorry experience.
We only came on to the quay to make it more convenient for our taxi appointment for
We arranged a tour through an agency which
saw us getting up at for a
flight leaving the airport outside
Charlie our driver and guide picked us up at the airport and drove us to the water’s edge on the lagoon where we embarked on Conrad's boat and were taken to the frigate bird colony. This was all we had expected; just us, Conrad, the birds, the mangroves, and the water. We could have stayed all day. Although it was a bit late in the mating season there were still a few males with red throats bulging trying to attract a female. There are several thousand pairs in residence and the Barbudans claim that their colony is now the largest in the world, surpassing that on the Galapagos.
Back on shore, after a tour of the island and lunch, lobster at a small local restaurant, the program was swimming, snorkelling or diving. We were taken to "your private beach". No-one else was there. We were left with two chairs under a tree and an ice box with drinks. It was just and Charlie promised to be back at . Now Barry doesn't really like beaches! We snoozed and bathed. I walked and snorkelled. Come no Charlie but a heavy rain squall arrived sending us scurrying to the only real shelter, the security guard's hut at the gates of a hotel. Almost reminiscent of English beach holidays! But warmer. Charlie eventually did rescue us and delivered us back to the airstrip for our return flight.
We hope to be heading south by the middle of next week.