My wife Charlotte and I honeymooned on a resort over-looking the beautiful coastline of Antigua. You can picture the scene: azure skies, lazy days on the beach, rum cocktails… After the busy wedding planning and the rush of the day, the chance to relax was wonderful. It was all going so well until the middle of the week.
Returning to our room, we discovered that we had been burgled. Not only was money missing but Charlotte’s engagement and wedding rings were as well. It was awful & upsetting but aside from reporting it, there was little we could do.
Determined to keep our spirits up, we travelled to ‘Devil’s Bridge’ - A natural chasm in the beach-rock under which the surf can be seen pounding.
We got too close and a wave roared over the top of the bridge, knocking Charlotte off her feet onto sharp rocks. We had to visit a roadside hospital to tend the cuts.
Returning to the hotel, we thought we’d keep a low profile. I went swimming in the sea keeping my ring safely on at all times. What an error! – within 5 minutes I felt it literally slipping off my finger. I couldn’t stop it. My face betrayed what had happened. I believe my lovely new wife may have swore.
Nothing else really happened. We enjoyed the sun, sea and company. So why should this be the best holiday ever? Well, aside from being firmly memorable (I will never forget the awful run of luck) it really brought home how close we were. None of the things that happened really hurt us. We survived and we felt closer than ever.
I wouldn’t recommend it though!
Returning to our room, we discovered that we had been burgled. Not only was money missing but Charlotte’s engagement and wedding rings were as well. It was awful & upsetting but aside from reporting it, there was little we could do.
Determined to keep our spirits up, we travelled to ‘Devil’s Bridge’ - A natural chasm in the beach-rock under which the surf can be seen pounding.
We got too close and a wave roared over the top of the bridge, knocking Charlotte off her feet onto sharp rocks. We had to visit a roadside hospital to tend the cuts.Returning to the hotel, we thought we’d keep a low profile. I went swimming in the sea keeping my ring safely on at all times. What an error! – within 5 minutes I felt it literally slipping off my finger. I couldn’t stop it. My face betrayed what had happened. I believe my lovely new wife may have swore.
Nothing else really happened. We enjoyed the sun, sea and company. So why should this be the best holiday ever? Well, aside from being firmly memorable (I will never forget the awful run of luck) it really brought home how close we were. None of the things that happened really hurt us. We survived and we felt closer than ever.I wouldn’t recommend it though!
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