24 Hours of Blissful Paradise in Antigua

I hadn’t been on a propeller plane before so I had no idea what to expect.

I sat excitedly in my seat – one of only a handful on this tiny plane. On the row in front, my parents – as well as a couple of other passengers – were being briefed on how to open the emergency doors.

To my right, the first propeller started up, spinning slowly before gradually gaining momentum.

The plane began to rock slightly from side to side, thrown off-balance by the one churning propeller.

From the corner of my eye, I saw movement. The left propeller was starting to get going.

Together the two propellers let out insistent buzzing sounds, a deafening symphony. When I tried to speak, my voice sounded distorted and robotic.

The small airline made its way down the runway outside George F. L. Charles Airport on the island of St Lucia. It had been a fun morning exploring St Lucia’s only volcano but I was excited to be moving on to our new destination – the island of Antigua.

I nearly squealed with excitement when the plane took off into the air, leaving the mountainous island of St Lucia behind it.

The flight took us north, passing over the islands of Martinique, Dominica and Guadeloupe before landing in Antigua an hour later.

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