A brief episode in the BVIS...
After Mom and Dad left I had to seriously start thinking about my summer plans. I finally have a delivery north leaving on Saturday that takes me to Bermuda and Newport that should be great. As I set up my summer I have to start thinking about leaving, which is never fun. Mostly I choose to not think about it and do everything I can (except work, of course). The weekend was pretty slow. We had a wonderful barbeque with everyone on Saturday. The crew of Too Elusive brought some amazing steaks and pork to grill and we feasted very close together on Drew's couch as it started to POUR just as dinner was ready. With some fanstastic reggae tunes we enjoyed the rain almost as much as the very dry island did. Sunday was traditional sunday breakfast. Yours truely makes egg sandwhiches for everyone who comes by after opening the marina. (Sundays are very slow). The boys were going exploring for Marco's last adventure so I tagged along as we drove up to Pajeras Point (past Oil Nut Bay). There were many rocks to climb and cliffs to jump. We anchored just offshore after a sketchy attempt to tie up to the shore. Timing was important to get onto the cliff as the swells have been rolling for afew days. Once ontop we make it a jungle gym, with the added challenge that the rocks are all shale or loose granite and tend to break off when you use them as a hand or foot hold.
We worked up an appetite and came back for food. Someone had a craving for chinese (very tough to get around here) and we continued our adventure to Main land Virgin Gorda. The Flying Iguana is a resturant located at the airport on VG. The airport on VG is about the size of our house in epping. The runway is dirt and the flying iguana hosts a great look out for celebrities as well as scary plane landings (most who fly in to VG swear it will be their last time). The cook was out (or never came in) and we ordered and waited for our 2 hour chinese takeout. We climbed back into Drew's jeep which is an adventure in itself. Perfectly road safe, newly painted and sort of has seat belts (which are required by law for the 2 in the front). The 2 in the back can stand up and do handstands for all the law cares. The jeep does lack a certain Je ne said quoi.. O wait, I do know... A windshield and windows... but it has brakes and seats now!
As I said, It was Marco's last adventure and I drove him to the airport at 430 the next morning. (in a boat, 15 miles or so). After I came back there was really no way I was working for a whole day, especially when there's nothing to do... so I hoped a ferry with Dom (my surfing buddy... by buddy I mean he surfs and I paddle out, get washed and come back in). The north side of Tortola was breaking and we hit Josiahs again until it started getting too big and closing out. Since taxis are outrageous and renting is cheap we hoped in our brand new car and drove to Apple bay to catch the better waves. Those were too big for me so I drove back to town to go to the grocery store.
Let's talk about grocery stores. Yall that live up in the big cities have many to choose from filled with options. Not so much here. A trip to Tortola allows us to choose from at least 3 stores, each with limited product selection. Even this is a vacation for us island bums who live in 2 week cycles, as the delivery barge comes up.
I had promised to make Dom and Jo (our host for the night) dinner and found some amazing produce to make a quick chicken curry.
Dom finally got out of the water as the sun went down and we made our way back to the other end of the island to cook. Jo is an amazing host and we all ate and attempted to watch Benny and Joon.... but ultimately passed out after a perfect day in the sun.
Since I definately couldnt go back in the morning Dom and I headed back to Apple this morning and caught a few more waves before the afternoon ferry left.
All in all, A wonderful weekend/ work week... in the BVIS!
Miss you all!
L