It’s 34 degrees Centigrade and the ferry to Bequia is bobbing in the harbour swell by the quay at Kingstown. I’d arrived at 10:15 expecting the ferry to leave right on time at 10:30.

At 10:40 passengers are still arriving on board herding their acquaintances towards the few spare places still available for seating.

All of a sudden the van furthest from the entry ramp decides it no longer wants to go to Bequia; all the other vehicles in his lane reverse amidst much arm-waving and horn-honking.

Everyone returns but then the wood delivery van decides it shouldn’t go to Bequia either but the wood in the back should. There’s more reversing, arm-waving, horn-honking and shouting. The forklift arrives and plonks the planks onto the ferry and all the other vehicles have to move;√ā¬†unfortunately someone drives into the bulkhead. There’s more shouting, honking, and arm-waving. Another vehicle has blocked the forklift on the ferry and he has to reverse off.

At 10:58 we eventually leave for Port Elizabeth. It’s a peaceful crossing.

Traveler JulianJulian has written articles on Middle Eastern and European architecture for the US magazine Skipping Stones. He has written travel articles that were published in The Toronto Globe and Mail, Fate Magazine, National Catholic Register, and Northwest Travel. Julian has also written articles for the In The Know Traveler, Go Nomad, InTravelmag, and Go World Travel websites. He has also taken many photographs that have appeared in travel guides by National Geographic, Thomas Cook and The Rough Guides. Examples of his work can be found at