Just Landed

I touch down after a gruelling flight and realise I will be administering a nicotine patch for the journey home. I collect my bags from the only carousel in the airport and make the vey short walk to customs. I get pulled over and lie through my teeth to the oficer telling him I only have clothes and make up in my bags. Throwing him off the scent by opening my bag and showing off my newly purchased underwear. If he’d asked me to open my bag I would have been up shit street without a paddle. Waiting in arrivals is my good friend Judy who hastily scoops me up and directs me to her jeep.She is such a good friend as on the back of the seat is a cool box with chilled bottles of Piton beer in it. We crack open a beer and drive away from the airport pulling over shortly afterward so I can get into my shorts and have a paddle. 40 minutes later we arrive at Hotel Boucan where we order a Gin and tonic and sit down by the pool. It starts to rain quite heavily so drinks in hand we head back to the house. A couple more gins and I’m well on my way having started with eggs benedict and champagne for breakfast followed by numerous bloody Mary’s on the flight. Judy’s cooked up a curry but when I get to my room I’m blown away and there on the side is a gift bag. Upon opening it I find a bottle of sambuca and a bottle of grey goose the girl knows me so well. Phil debriefs on the dangerous things on the island including tarantulas but I take it all in my stride and turn in for an early night as I’m beat .Read more