A floating home. A foreign country. A different life.
 
If you don’t mind, I know its a commercial airline, but if its alright with you, I’ll take the Co-Pilots seat. So I did, flying a 12 seater commercial flight complete with passengers 
Approaching Antigua Airport, keeping the speed up on approach.
The beach of Cooper Island, just of Tortolla, BVI’s, far too small for the cruise ships to dock since its only about 1,000 feet long, with one small hotel and a diving shop. My favorite island, but not necessarily my favorite place
Flew home to attend Sarah’s third and fourth birthday party each September.
Flying up and away from St Maarten….
My two buckets worth and your helicopter. I took this for ‘insurance purposes’ as the skipper of this megayacht got so close to me, yet handled this craft with inch prescion that you had to see to beleive, then reveresed the boat right up to the dock parking it slap bang outside the pub door. A real credit to him.
Me, returning home in 2006 after six months in the Carib.
I was completely sober here…party time on the Willy T’s, famous party ship. And we did
My office, and place of work…55 foot of plastic fantastic air conditioned yacht.
The industrial business end.