Or St Christopher as the English called it. What a beautiful place. My favorite island. The town reminded me of Apia. Simple. Very rugged and hilly and steep. Lush and mango-y and jungly. With a bonus of hundreds of monkeys; butterfly cloud forming season – like yellow snow storms; we visited an old plantation site with a beautiful garden; drove to the top of the mountain to look at Nevis, next door; lazed around on a beach with a bar made of packing crates that sold beer, rum punch and ribs and was idyllic.
Rum punch: pineapple juice, orange juice, white and dark rum, and grated nutmeg. And some other stuff. Maybe. It’s very nice. If there was Love Boat wifi I could Google the recipe. But for $US40 for ½ an hour I’m just going to guess.
These are photos of monkeys in tiny nappies, jungle, a man sneezing in a cloud of yellow butterflies, ruins of a sugar plantation, and a freaky flying water stand-on thing that Jack would like for Xmas.



































It all looks so wonderful – I don’t think I can see you when you get back, I am too envious I think I want to hurt you!