GLONASS helped us reach the Lesser Antilles. Finally, we’re on Barbados where they met us fully armed.
The military fleet under cover of a coast artillery battery.
Pirate brigantine in the harbor
and a sabotage submarine
left no doubt that in case…
We found a shelter in the shadow of a coconut palm
and started looking for food.
But we failed to take anything in.
It was clear that we had to go to the city of Bridgetown to get some provisions.
Bridgetown’s suburbs where the poor live
gave way to haciendas
surrounded by gardens
and religious structures.
Bridgetown is naturally entered via a bridge
leading to the town proper.
In case you get lost, any local bank note has a picture of where you should go.
All this beauty is called Trafalgar St.
Old fellow Nelson did his best.
The locals are friendly. They’ll give you a trishaw ride
and offer you fruit.