Our chores have taken us into St John a few times and as in most of the islands, the bus travel is a bit of a highlight. It's always at breakneck speed, and always includes multiple back-ups-into-alleys-to-pick-up-friends and/or stops in the middle of the road for chats with other drivers. It's a toss up whether you'll end up on a bus with a young driver (VERY loud music blaring from the speakers) or an older driver (religious radio stations) but they all seem to have altered their buses horns into something that sounds like it's out of a Bugs Bunny cartoon.
|Waiting for a few more passengers....the bus isn't quite full yet!|
|My view from the middle seat, second row. The change holder flips up to become a middle seat front row. Tight fit.|
|The uncomfortable bus seats are rivaled only by the uncomfortable bus depot seats.|
The simple spoken request "Bus stop." gets you left off the bus where you'd like. The drivers must hear "Bus stop" in their sleep after listening for it all day long, day in and day out. Even the quietest request from the furthest row is heard. For the most part we know where we're going by now, but when you're unsure, the driver and other passengers will make sure you arrive safely where you want to go. The kindness of strangers is alive and well here in Antigua.
Our chores took us around town and the energy of the city was a nice change of pace from the quiet of the anchorages. The buzz of traffic and the shouts of the street side preacher with his megaphone. The chatter of commerce in the fabric store, full of notions and bright cloth. A view down an alley to the mega cruise ships waiting quietly after spilling their thousands of sunburned tourists out into the bewildering streets of St John.
|I'll take this entire stack of batik please!|
|A passion for passion fruit|