Day two in Saint Kitts and we had lots of work to do. Our first task was to wait for Captain Fantastic to move his 70 foot charter cat out of our slip (really a concrete wall with cleats, do I sound bitter?). This happened fairly early and we moved the boat over quickly so that we could get on with clearing in.

Clearing in took another trip to the cruise ship dock (pictured) to talk with Ozzy again. This time he had the correct forms. I don't know if he had slept though. He offered to take Cindy and I (the designated clear in committee for this port) up to the airport for immigration. Great! He also took us on a tour along the way. I particularly remember him showing us Irish Town and telling that it was rather dangerous with nothing but rum halls, drugs and bad guys. Then he started honking his horn and waving. He exclaimed, "that's my cousin, he got shot in the head but he's strong like an ox." Then after a reflective pause, "don't talk to him...".

Immigration at the airport was, well, immigration at an airport. Pretty predictable. Ozzy dropped us right back at the marina and went on about his day. Not too many places where the customs officials drive you to immigration and give you a complementary tour. Great people in my book. I must say that while Saint Kitts has not grabbed me so far (give it a chance I know), the people have been pretty great.

When we returned the KFII and SOAS crews were looking for a down day. So we all just hung out, played risk and planned our tour of the island for tomorrow.