My dad and Sue had plans to fly into St. Thomas and make their way to Tortola on a late ferry. This was the question posed to my dad by the woman at the inter-island ferry when he expressed his concern about possibly missing the last ferry of the day if their flight was late. “Why you tink dat way?” Ever the well-organized planner, the question took him by surprise. Thankfully, she had a suggestion…. “Just tink positive and you be awright.” And they were. Flights and ferry were all on time and they arrived in the rain in the early evening.
They brought along a stack of mail that had been piling up for us as well as a new custom made fitted sheet
for our V-berth (thanks Sue!) and an underwater camera. Being a photographer (shameless plug here: http://www.mpolssphoto.com) I don’t know why it didn't occur to me to get an underwater camera before
we left, but we have it now and though we give it mixed reviews so far, we’re still playing with it and hopefully
we'll get some better shots as we go along.
|First time back on Saralane since Chesapeake City in the fall.|
|Sue guards the rum bottle|
|The noodles add a certain 'something' to the snorkeling look|
|It ain't exactly water ballet....|
|Perry and Sue celebrate their first snorkel in Little Harbor on Peter Island|
This was good practice for later in the week when we jumped off the boat and swam into the Soggy Dollar Bar over on Jost van Dyke. Sue got right into the swing of things with her new favorite drink – painkillers. My dad picked up on the rum drinking too, and celebratory drinks were had after each successful snorkel…. and just about every other activity.
|Sue - on island time (and Painkillers)|
We met some neighbors in the anchorage in Road Town… Paul and Mo on Ti Gitu. We chatted with them one afternoon then dinghied into town. When we returned a few hours later, Saralane wasn’t where we’d left her. Yikes. The wind kicked up for a short time while we were in town and Saralane dragged in the murky anchorage. Paul and Mo were kind enough to dinghy over to the drifting Saralane and set one of their anchors to hold her until we returned. They let us thank them with drinks later in the evening and asked only that we repay the favor down the road to someone else. Will do.
|Paul, Mo and my dad|
Paul built Ti Gitu himself and he and Mo have lived aboard her for about 10 years. Both have pretty impressive sailing histories…. including Mo sailing across the Atlantic once by herself, which just impresses the hell out of me. They were interesting, funny and easy to be with and we hope to see them again.
One especially rainy day we checked out Road Town. We visited the Government House and the botanical gardens went to the grandly named Roti Palace for lunch.
|Cool stamps in the collection at Government House|
|Perry with the Queen of the Roti Palace|
|FYI... that unlabeled bottle of sauce at the right? VERY HOT!|
We took some time off from our busy snorkeling, swimming, sightseeing, eating and drinking schedule to hang around and relax by the pool at their hotel. (Bonus.... we got to take real showers at the hotel!)
|Sue mails post cards... Skip mails Eliza's birthday card!|
|View from the balcony at Maria's by the Sea|
The week went too fast, but the timing of the end of their trip was pretty good. We woke up to this big cruise ship in the harbor the morning after they left. To give a little sense of scale... their hotel is the pale yellow building all the way at the left side of the photo. Town got crowded in a hurry.
|Workers keeping the Carnival Freedom ship shape|