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…
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.
After a week merrily hopping around the southern Windward Islands, our second began further north among the Leeward Islands, landing first at the intriguing—and delightfully perplexing—Saint Martin.
After a whirlwind week exploring the southern reaches of the Caribbean, we found ourselves back in Bridgetown, Barbados—our basecamp, if you will, and not at all an unpleasant place to pause while a fresh influx of pale, enthusiastic British cruisers replaced those departing.
Travelling to every nation...
Latest country: Lebanon 
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