“ARRRR”. Did that sound British to you? We are now in the B.V.I. s. The home to charter boat tourists and would be pirates. I have invaded some other boats demanding rum so I might classify as a real pirate but I am not sure. I did not have to brandish a sword or anything.
Our first stop was the Indians for snorkeling. This has always been been one of my favorite stops in the BVI’s to experience underwater wonders. It did not fail to impress this time either. We could have spent the entire day here, it is so spectacular but we needed to check in through customs.
My passport finally got stamped and off we went to buy groceries and bottles of rum. We do not want to run out of rum and we were down to one half of a bottle.
Our evening and happy hour with Francis and Venessa was very fun. I have not laughed that hard in a long long time. John complained his face was cramping from laughing and smiling so much. I was suffering from a side ache from the deep belly laughs.
This morning I woke up to 3 locals fishing on the dock next to our boat. We are floating on a mooring ball out in the bay but very close to the dock. They were consistently hauling in fish. It was declared the hot spot by all those watching and soon 12 people were crowded on the dock fishing. Mom’s, Dad’s, brother’s, sister’s, it was truly a family affair and they were have pretty good luck. It was fun entertainment for this early in the morning.
The sun finally reached over the 500’ cliffs that surround the harbor. My stomach is telling me it is time for breakfast.