Ringing Ceders

“Not Bermuda, Howard, B-a-r-b-u-d-a. Bermuda is east of North Carolina; it isn’t even in the Caribbean!” Howard wants us to pick up the pace, and he doesn’t even know where the hell we are. We are docked at a marina on Barbuda which is kitty corner to Antigua and shares the same government. These are high end islands that cater to people a whole lot richer than we are. I don’t even know if it is polite to inquire about an Xbox 360 sale in such tony surroundings. We go the internet classified route and sail over to St. John on Antigua to take in a cricket match.