|This is where the intruder on our boat was standing.|
I was in between him and Wayne, whose legs
you can see in our v-berth bedroom.
- Aren’t you afraid of storms?
- How can you spend that much time together in such a small space without going crazy?
|This is my view from where I stood when|
we were intruded upon. The intruder was just beyond
the bookshelf on the left.
Notable exception -- St. Lucia’s Soufriere, where we locked ourselves into our hot, steamy boat – click here to read about why we did that and here for why others should consider giving St. Lucia a miss