You’re going where?

That old chestnut of being careful what you ask for, cuz you might just get it has rung true once again. So not long after I dumped out a pack of stinky laundry, sand and souvenirs I’m back at it again – today I’m repacking it with (mostly) clean clothes, a fresh book and a new ticket. Lucky the destination doesn’t call for winter woollies, phrasebooks or even shoes really. The Caribbean is one of those iconic regions where nearly everyone has a picture in their head of what it’s all about. A lazy palm tree, arching towards turquoise water, sand as white as virgin snow with only your own footprints scaring the soft silica. Truth is, in some places, that’s pretty accurate – other places, not so much – but you can’t have it all.
So on Tuesday, I grab my gear and head to L.A., then onwards to Miami, spend a night and then puddle jump down to Providenciales, the main centre in The Turks and Caicos Islands. I’m not there to sip mojito’s, scuba dive the third largest reef on the planet and work on my tan – well I am kinda there to do all that but the main deal is that I’m writing another guidebook for Lonely Planet. It’s a multinational affair this time – after T&C, St. Lucia, St. Vincent & The Grenadines and Grenada are the other ports of call. Stunning places all – it should be a fantastic journey.
As I write, I lose time to get my shit together so this post is going to have to be short and sweet – but keep tuning in, much more to come!

Cheers,
~Scott