Even here in Nevis (pronounced “Neevis,” btw), the Interwebs is everywhere. Marvelous thing, really; it’s hard to understand how anybody did anything ten years ago.

Yesterday we went for a walk. We met up with some other sailors who were also planning on going for a walk, so we joined forces on the principle that many feet make light work. This actually turned out not to be a principle, which was news to me, but there you go.

The four of us took the bus/matatu/dolladolla to the Botanical Gardens, which turned out to  be rather good. There’s a whole east asian theme for some reason, with statues of Siddartha and Svengali, or whatever that elephant-head-dude is called all over the place. There’s also a nice-looking Thai restaurant. It was only 13 bucks, which was totally worth it.

Speaking of money: St Kitts & Nevis, along with Anguilla, Antigua, Montserrat, St Lucia, St Vizzay and the G-money (also occasionally known as St Vincent and the Grenadines), and probably somewhere else, all use a currency called the Eastern Caribbean Dollar. It’s very pretty.

With the Botanical Gardens out of the way, we attempted to find the Source. This was not so easy, perhaps unsurprisingly given how much it sounds like a Victorian jungle epic. It actually turned out to be something of a Victorian jungle epic, winding paths through ancient ruined plantations, weird steampunk pipes and valves sticking out of the ground in the middle of the rainforest. The Source is the, well, source of most of the water on the island. Nevis, unlike any of the islands we’ve visited so far, has its own source of water and doesn’t charge ¢25 a gallon. We never found the Source.

On the way back down to the road, we were attacked by a wild beast that charged through the jungle and onto the path, wiggling its head and body fiercely. It turned out to be a puppy. HB tolerated it, as she does with small wiggly things. HB also tolerated the baby monkeys we saw at Golden Rock plantation. She’s really quite tolerant.

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