     <h3>A Rum Doo</h3>
    <p> <i>Show me the way to th next whiskey bar, if we don't find the next whiskey 
     bar I tell you we must die!</i> - The Doors.</p>
		 <p> After Antigua,and the arrival 
       of Matt, we went to have a look at Barbuda, Antigua's sister island. 
       It has very few in habitants and fewer tourits. All centered at 2 resorts 
       on the south end on the island. Cigarretts at $7.50US a packet ... No 
       way. One resort was closed and the other almost empty. Lunch at the 
       one that excepts yachties starts at $80Us dinner from $100. The beach 
       to the north extends some 11Miles with nothing on it but my foot prints. 
       Nice....And cheap, shopping involves a long dinghy ride ashore and then 
       carrying th dinghy over the beach into the laggon behond, then 2 more 
       miles across the lagoon to Codrington, the capital of the island (and 
       only settlement). A taxi driver then offered us a tour to the highlands 
       (altitude about 200ft). Nice. After several days in the area around 
       Barbuda we returned to Antigua, took on water at St Johns, and sailed 
       around to Falmouth harbour, just intime to recieve some free rum. Next 
       day we went back round to english harbour, then to another free rum 
       party ......... And their was much rejoicing Antigua Race week is about 
       to start and they keep giving out free rum. This causes people to put 
       their foot in their mouth alarmingly often. Last night from 5 till seven 
       it was free rum and mixers on a beach 100yards from the boat. OUCH. 
       I found Sam asleep (paralytic) against a wall, and Rauni who gone looking 
       for him lying on a bench with 2 concerned Americans poring ice over 
       her face, doesn't seem to work on Finns, I guess there used to snow. 
       They were also giving out free Mount gay rum hats. The allocation system 
       was bizarre. Step one shout you boat name (or in my case someone else's 
       boats name Sam had used ramprasad's) the bloke then wrote it down. Then 
       5 minutes latter shout the name you just gave him (Dreamtime) and he 
       crosses it off the list he just made and gives you tickets for 2 free 
       hats. Then you queue for you hats. You can only get one hat so you must 
       give one ticket to someone else. The list is not checked against a list 
       of boats or harbour lists, and the whole process takes about half an 
       hour (so you need to make sure someone is going and getting more free 
       rum while your waiting. Why and how they came up with this system I 
       can't even imagine, if you taken the boxes of hats and thrown them into 
       the crowd the results would be the same and you'd get some good old 
       fashioned roiting - not enough roiting in the wold today, VIVA LA REVOLUTION....and 
       nab me a VCR while your at it. Any way, Dreamtime got 2 Mount gay hats 
       Thank you very much Campbell and Skans for taking your boats name in 
       vain. I would gladly give you a hat but as well as the hat giving there 
       was a lot of hat stealing and hat losing. Mine was being worn over my 
       big ausie hat, and at some point in the sacred "carrying of the skipper 
back to the boat " ritual some bastard nicked it.</p>
    <div class="blog">
		<p> The hat statistics:
    <ul>
     <li> Total 
      Crew 4 </li>
     <li> Total 
      hats taken ashore 3</li>
     <li> Additional 
      hats gained ashore 4 </li>
     <li> Total 
      hats returned to the boat 3 </li>
     <li> Number 
      of original hats returning to the boat 1 (mine) </li>
     <li> Total 
      new hats lost 2 </li>
     <li> Total 
      old hats recovered lying on the ground the next morning 1 </li>
     <li> Total 
      old hats recovered from the bin man's head next morning 1 </li>
     <li> Over 
      all hat total 5 </li>
     <li> Total 
      number of crew capable of caring 0 </li>
     <li> Total 
      number of crew capable of finding their back side with both hands 
      0 </li>
     <li> Total 
      crew who fell in the water 1 </li>
     <li> Total 
      weight of sand transferred from the beach to the boat and dinghy 
      4,578,234 Tons</li>
    </ul>
		</div>
    <p>Oh 
     well. Antigua is a rip off, thankfully Matt is onboard, the friend who's 
     cat I sail in England. He and his a credit card and bought us all breakfast. 
     Last night he also did a kind of hand stand flip over a wall, daintily 
     kicking the American man I borrowed to help carry Sams beer out of his 
     hand. Then landed slap on his bum! Soon afterwards in the dinghy I managed 
     to ram the same yacht twice in the dinghy. Oops. Stupid place to put 
     a yacht. After a night of serious debauchery one must be philosophical. 
     How many angels can dance on the head of a pin? Well assuming angels 
     exist in the first place it still seems a stupid question. I find it 
     hard to imagine anyway. Angels in wings on fluffy clouds listening to 
     celestial harmonies I can imagine, but getting down and boggieing to 
     Pete Tongs Essential Ibiza anthems I think not. A much more use full 
     question is how many demons in Dr Martin's best steel toecaped boots 
     can stomp in an oceanhippies brain. This new, better, philosophical 
     question has an answer "TOO B&amp;%*$Y MANY" as for Schr&ouml;dinger's cat, if it was me I wouldn't 
     open the box at all, both the possible outcomes are awful. Either you've 
     got a dead cat, which is smelly and no use. Or you've got a very pissed 
     off moggie which isn't my cup of tea either. Better still leave the 
     cat out of the box in the first place.</p>
    