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 moored

and disembarked.

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.