Kingstown, St. Vincent was once a major port - our hotel was once a warehouse for sugar and then for arrowroot. Now the town is just an administration centre with dusty streets full of stalls selling everyting from fruit and pirate DVDs to handbags and bootleg rum. We only stayed the night. The supply and mail boat leaves at either eleven or noon, it depends who you ask. In reality, it left at one thirty. By then we have loaded three lorries, all full of sand; pallets of breeze blocks, cement, biscuits and tissues; a septic tank; about 100 plastic pipes; maybe 40 reinforcing rods; a stack of timber of various sizes; two cars; a refrigerated meat van; a lorry load of water in various size bottles, laboriously taken off the lorry and stacked; and then
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