After leaving Panama to head to Guadeloupe, in my head it seemed pretty simple. Check-in your luggage, sit your ass down, go to sleep.
Ha! As if. We ended up flying from Panama City to Florida, Florida to St. Maarten, St. Maarten to Antigua & Barbuda, Antigua & Barbuda to St.Kitts & Nevis, St.Kitts and Nevis to to Dominica, and then Dominica to Guadeloupe.
Which took 4 days. We waited for 18, 12, 5 and 10 hours in the airports (I can’t remember which was which, and I don’t want to traumatize myself by thinking about it *rocks self back and forth in corner*).
We slept under the Arrivals and Departures screen in Florida, on the Burger King floor in St.Maarten, on an outside bench also in St.Maarten (yes, I did have Quasimodo limp after that), on iron seats in Guadeloupe airport (when we arrived we had to wait 10 frikin hours to leave the airport).
But it was enjoyable. If enjoyable means it was not enjoyable at all and I wanted to kill myself, then yes, it was totes enjoyable.
The most memorable part for me is the 4-5 Air Caribbean planes we had to take, each equipped with enough turbulence that you felt like you were either going to have a heart attack or a massive diarrhoea explosion.
“Ah look at the pretty island over there…Look how any second we might nose dive straight into the pretty fucking island!”