Decisions, Decisions Page 2
Its Time for a Tropical Drink
We drop off our skipper at Trellis Bay, circle around Guana Island and head for Jost Van Dyke. By mid-afternoon, when we reach the entrance to Great Harbour, the bay is clearly full. We try White Bay, which isnt all that big, and it too is full. Back we go to Little Harbour, the easternmost anchorage on the island, and see, glittering in the distance, some empty moorings. Sold! It is indeed time for a tropical drink, with or without an umbrella, so we dinghy in to Abes By the Sea in search of Painkillers. Pain is further reduced when we learn that theres no charge for the mooring if we have dinner at Abes. Sold, again.
Our drinks at Abes are as desired, the dinner is tasty, our onboard cooks are pleased to have a night out, and the anchorage is placid all through the night.
Note: If you buy somethingsay, a meal or gas or wateryou often get something in return. This might be a mooring, or water, or garbage disposal. Its worth asking about.
The Circumnavigation Continues
Its fair to say that most BVI charters involve a circumnavigation of Tortola, and some passages between islands can take somewhat longer than you think they will. We thread our way through Thatcher Island Cut, wait out a nasty squall in Sopers Hole, and cross the Sir Francis Drake Channel for a stop at the Indians. There we pick up a National Parks Trust mooring, admire the view and think about snorkeling. There are a number of other boats there, but few people in the water and no volunteers from our boat. After numerous years of telling my children not to swim alone, I cant quite bring myself to jump in and swim by myself.
Peter Island has a number of good anchorages. We pick up a mooring in Great Harbour on the eastern side after consulting with the chart and, once safe for the night, jump into the dinghy and go ashore. Oceans Seven is a restaurant Ive never visited and its happy hour or close enough. The restaurants menu looks quite attractive, but were still working on our provisions. Instead, we park ourselves in their beach chairs, drink our colorful tropical drinks and play in the water.
We spend our last full day on a mooring in the Bight on Norman Island, overcome by sloth (or, more likely, sorrow that all good things must come to an end). Were taking our chances here, I think. The Willie T., normally a rowdy, noisy bar, has risen from the ashes of a nasty fire and is open for business again; fortunately, its quite quiet, and there arent many boats in the anchorage. In the absence of boat traffic, we swim off the boat, do a little snorkeling, swim ashore and wander around.
The Beginning of the End and the End
For some reason obvious only to them (I think its a gender thing), the guys are anxious to get goingback to The Moorings baseeven though the whole day is ours. Were gone from the Bight by 0930 and have such a perfect sail across the channel that we turn around, sail back to the Bight, and sail to the base again. Still, we accomplish some things: we dispose of extra food, pack, do our boat checkout, and still have time to go to Road Town for a look around and lunch at the Roti Palace. Rotis, ubiquitous in parts of the Caribbean, are a kind of wrap filled with a curry of your choice (chicken, with or without bones; meat or seafood, usually conch; or vegetables) and served with chutney or hot sauce if youre brave. We have dinner at the base at Charlies restaurant, named for the late founder of The Moorings, Charlie Carey, and its good.