Barbados closed

Our great plans to rent a car and see the island are dashed. No cars. And Bridgetown is pad-locked shut. So we check-out of Barbados.
It's the national holiday:" Christmas-on-a-Sunday,-so-let's-take-Tuesday-off". Everyone seems to be out renting a car. None left for us. So, now what? We sail away.

"Christiania" is jut a half-hour ahead when we slip the moorings of the Barbados Yacht Club, and, once more, sail into the sunset. Rows of threatening dark clouds line the horison. They slip into brilliant fool's gold cloaks as the sun sinks into them. The waters are dead quiet, not a ripple. But gradually the night's true self is revealed. the wind picks up and we push out the mainsail boom. More wind, more from behind, and we pole out the genoa. Soon we're roaring along like a runaway frieght train. The winds are up in the 20's, sometinmes over 30knots. We are in the sixes, sometimes doing 7 knots, two or three more with the current. The seas are confused, giving my stomach a confused feeling, too. It's just an overnighter, but it feels as tireing as a week at sea! This is Caribbean sailing?