This was one of my favourite days in Antigua. We spent the afternoon at the all too-aptly named Half Moon Bay (in the company of an Italian body builder who rolled his teensy speedo halfway down his butt to tan). Then we planned to shower and change at the Pigeon Beach public change house before going on to the weekly Shirley Heights barbecue party. Unfortunately we got to the change house too late and it had already closed, so sticky and salty as we were, we headed up to Shirley Heights.
I was grumpy about not getting to shower, but my bad mood evaporated as soon as we arrived at the top of the mountain; the view over English Harbour was breathtaking. Observing from Shirley Heights must be one of the best places anywhere in the world to watch a sun set. We also had a lot of fun taking pictures as the golden hour slipped into sunset, and the sunset into dusk.
All the while, a steel pan band played, barbecue was grilled, and as it turned dark a reggae band started up as the lights came on across English Harbour. Laurence and I danced, drank dark and stormys, and I permitted him to smoke a Cuban cigar. One of my favourite evenings, for sure.