TOUCH DOWN Aside from the fact my son had just been sick on my lap as we landed into VC Bird international Airport in Antigua, it had been an ‘almost’ silky smooth journey. I say ‘almost’ as you see despite the fact I had assured my youngest son that flying was absolutely nothing to worry about, midway across the Atlantic we had hit some of the worst turbulence I have ever experienced. You know it’s serious when the pilot tries to smooth things over but his voice is shaking, almost quivering as he tells you to relax, the stewardesses have all gone white and the plane is shaking like that scene out of the Tom Hanks movie Castaway. Of course I would have preferred to be in one of the cosy ‘Virgin’ First Class cabins up the front of the plane enduring this bumpy inconvenience but no amount of begging and pleading at check in could swing the deal, especially for the whole family (Branson if you are reading this please send some complimentary tickets to Windsurf Office for next year’s Carter Caribbean crusade). Yep no doubt about it, half term week in February in the Caribbean was costing me an arm and a leg but I figured ‘you only live once’ and before my kids completely grow out of that innocent age, we might as well sneak in a couple of holidays to remember. Plus of course nothing goes down better than an icy cold after a tough day on the beach in the Caribbean. Anyways slightly shaken but not too stirred we arrived safely in Antigua and stepped out into a beautiful sunny afternoon, temperature in the high 70’s and the sound of trade winds rustling through the palm trees.
