Greetings! My name is Jack Noah Rees and I’m a teacher and travel writer from a small corner of the Welsh countryside and this is my blog; yes, they do still exist. The purpose of Hit The Road Jack is to narrate my travels to places far-flung as I attempt to road trip and backpack around every sovereign state on earth. If that sounds mildly of interest to you, click here to find out why I’m undertaking this unlikely quest…
So, after sixteen days cruising the Caribbean, we found ourselves back on the sunlit shores of Barbados, the island where our colourful voyage had first begun. With our flight home not until the evening, it seemed entirely fitting—indeed almost compulsory—to dedicate our remaining hours to the pastime most famously synonymous with Barbados: the enthusiastic consumption of rum.
By the time we reached Dominica—our final new nation of the trip—levels of ‘cruise fatigue’ resulting from too much food, too little sleep, and an endless supply of Heineken were at an all-time high.
Following the serenity of Sint Maarten, we arrived in a far more energetic Saint Kitts, one half of the Caribbean nation of Saint Kitts and Nevis. The first impression from outside the cruise terminal was a curious blend of Britishness in the tropics—red phone boxes, iron lampposts, and Georgian-era facades painted in sorbet colours.
We arrived in Antigua in a state best described as “recently embalmed,” courtesy of the cruise ship's rather ridiculous all-you-can-drink policy. There was a hopeful yet thoroughly unrealistic belief between us that the fresh Caribbean breeze might magically erase last night's liquid excesses.
Travelling to every nation...
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