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To Soper’s Hole, Tortola
We left Cane Garden Bay for Soper’s Hole to restock a bit. Out of ice and figured we should top off the water. Soper’s Hole includes a number of marinas. It’s apparently the best place to go to weather a hurricane since it’s tucked in from the open sea and surrounded by mountains.
The first mate took the helm and we did a broad tack that increased the distance, but allowed us to get some good speed. Lots of pretty severe heeling, which used to bother me, but no more. I’m now mostly convinced the boat won’t tip over.
Soper’s Hole is the first place we’ve been to that seems to cater to tourists. There were a few shops that sold “island wear” and touristy knick knacks. We also had lunch and the best conch fritters, so far.
Filling the water, sixty pounds of ice, disposal of trash came to $30, including tip.
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Watching the Sunset on Cane Garden Bay, Tortola
Here’s the Sunday evening sunset off the stern of the boat.
It was a quiet night. We stayed on the boat. First mate/Cook Dave produced another masterpiece, boneless chicken with Cane Garden Bay sauce, an eclectic collection of ingredients, including leftover pickle juice. We also had leftover rice, peas with garlic and a salad.
After dinner, we listened to the music coming one of the beach bars. There were two bands, a Jimmy Buffet cover like the one at Foxie’s and a more rocking rhythm and blues/reggae band. We were told earlier in the day that the guitarist for the blues band was former lead guitarist for Bob Marley’s Whalers.
Experienced our first rain. Very light, but required a bit of battening down of hatches. A lot more rolling overnight and awakened bright early by non-stop rooster crows coming from the shore.
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The Beach at Cane Garden Bay
Here’s the view from the boat to the restaurant where we had lunch. It’s the one right in the middle.
It seems all the islands we visited had this topography, little strips of land with big mountains rising behind. The islands appear to be underwater mountains with the tips popping out of the water.
What’s has been most fascinating to me about this beach are the pelicans that dive bomb into the water for fish. The pelicans land like depth charges with their wings spread making a big splash and then munch away on their catch. There another kind of bird, some kind of duck, that mimics a torpedo, wings tight to its body and shoots into the water going under to get its prey. This will be part of the post return video.
What’s striking is that this bird behavior is absolutely amazing to visitors, like me, but the locals, not surprisingly, take no notice.
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Back to Tortola
Our departure from White Bay was a bit complicated by reefs that were partially unmarked. Jean took the dinghy to investigate. Eventually, a large catamaran left the Bay, which gave us an indication of the route out. The on deck issues are getting smoother and smoother. Lifted the sails and cut the motor in a matter of minutes.
Travel to our next destination, Cane Garden Bay on northern Tortola, was the most challenging sailing so far. Lots of wind shifts. We had to do a number of tacks and adjust our route to accommodate the wind. Also, we had a bit of trouble finding Cane Garden Bay, since the coastline had a number of similar bays. We got there in time for lunch however. Here’s the rest of the crew at lunch on the beach,
The following is probably the last picture that will ever show me with a beard. So white you can hardly see it. That’s our boat off my right shoulder. The logo on the shirt is the company I used to work for before I decided to become a Virgin Islands beach bum.
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Location:St Lucia Dr,,US Virgin Islands
Morning in White Bay
I’m trying to show the color of the water in White Bay in the above picture. Doesn’t really do it justice.
I swam to shore to go shelling. Very few shells, mostly rocks. Good exercise, though.
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Location:Peter Bay Rd,,US Virgin Islands
Sleepless in BVI
It was a somewhat restless night. Very rollicky on the boat. something called the traveler was banging for a good part of the night until Dave finally got up about 4 am and fixed it. He spent the night sleeping on deck. I did another stargaze at 5 am. The big dipper was above in a very different configuration that I’m used to seeing up north. Also, it’s not as well defined as up north and is more obscured by the other stars that are not visible in areas with more light pollution.
The banging didn’t really keep me awake, but the rolling affected my dreams. I had a very vivid dream that I was watching a Red Sox game with my wife, Rita, when an earthquake hit. I dreamed the earthquake would not stop, kept rolling and rolling and created a giant mound in front of my house. The dream actually woke me up to the real life rolling.
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Arriving at Jost Van Dyke island, White Bay
Sailing to Jost Van Dyke was pleasant, moderate winds with a few bursts. However, we did have to motor a bit. Our destination was White Bay, the next bay over from Great Harbor, home of the legendary Foxie’s Beach bar.
We arrived about 5 pm, about an hour before sundown. White Bay has a white sand beach that creates that stunning blue/green color in the water you see in tourism ads. It also hosts the lesser know Ivan’s Local Flavor Stress Free Bar. Jim and I swam from the boat to shore and had virgin Pina Colada’s at Ivan’s. It’s a tiny place with walls full of shells and encomiums to Ivan, said to be the nicest man in the world.
Dinner on the boat was fish. We’re running into problems with the refrigeration system and both the fish and chicken were submerged in solid blocks of ice. Dave managed to free some fish for dinner, created a fabulous makeshift sauce. So, we had grouper and something else, with rice and salad. Dave is an excellent field cook and works magic with whatever’s available.
A mild debate ensued as to whether we should go to Foxies, which would involve a somewhat treacherous dinghy sail around a point and over some coral reef in pitch darkness. Some felt Foxie’s was too touristy, others felt we needed to “check the box.” The “box checkers” prevailed and off we went. It probably took us a half an hour to motor over, guided mostly by the lights on boats. As we turned the point, the “too touristy” crowd was vindicated by a massive cruise boat with blazing lights anchored in the harbor. Surprisingly, for a Saturday night, there was a very small crown. A Jimmy Buffet cover band played all the hits, like Bad, Bad Leroy Brown and Proud Mary. I felt like I was at a sparsely attended wedding reception. But you could really see how this place must really jump on special occasions.
One drink and we left to go to the more authentic bar back in White Bay favored by the “too touristy” opinion. Unfortunately, that bar was literally empty and there was no place to moor the dinghy. So, we went back on the boat.
I did some stargazing. A magnificent moonless night. The IPad app called Star Walk was tremendously helpful in identifying constellations and stars, the first time in my life I’ve been able to do that. We are sitting right under the Orion constellation, with Orion’s belt never so visible to me.
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Monkey Point
The wind has been good heading to Guana Island, a few gusts, but steady. We moored at Monkey Point which was said to have very good snorkeling. We found a mooring, had another fine lunch prepared by the First Mate, and set off on the dinghy. Captain Jean stayed behind to make sure nobody stole the rum.
Here’s a view of the little bay, followed by a couple of pictures from the snorting.
This guy below doesn’t seem to want me here.
Our departure from Monkey Point was amazingly expeditious. The crew is coming together to where we all seem to know what needs to be done. We had the sails up and killed the engine in about 5 minutes.
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Spotting flipper
Our first mate took the helm as we sailed out of the Bitter End marina. Wind is pretty weak, so we are making a leisurely pace.
Dave spotted a fin off the bow of the boat. It was a dolphin that criss-crossed in front of the bow for about 2 minutes and swam away. Again, great video that will have to wait. Here’s a still shot.
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The Bitter End
No, this is not the end of the trip, just the name of a marina on Virgin Gorda. Our luck had run out on the wind. Pretty dead from the Baths to the Bitter End, so we went mostly under power.
We stopped there for shore leave. Nice bathrooms and showers and a pub. We actually secured a slip and were pleasantly surprised that the entire cast of our stop, including slip fees, refueling and topping off the water was about $110.
When we checked in, another yachtsman began chatting with us an older gentleman with a pleasant french accent. Jean revealed my pirate name, Boston Blackie and he said that the yachtsman said I must be feared on the east coast of the U.S. I acknowledged the fact.
Then he said that he had been with a congressman from Boston on a yacht sailing the islands a couple of weeks ago. They were on a 96 foot catamaran. Turned out to be a congressmen with whom I worked years ago. Further conversation revealed that his name was Albert Paiwansky and that Jean went to school in St. Thomas with his son. Later Jean revealed to me that he is one of the wealthiest men in the Virgin Islands. The family is very well know and made its fortune in rum, among other things. We went to his huge motor yacht and met his wife and daughter. His daughter went to the same school as Jean.
Albert came by to send us off as we set sail in the morning. A delightful man.
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