Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Tortola -> Statia -> St Kitts -> Barbuda

Some of the crew; Tea time; Story time; Still dancin; Shell museum; Sea Shells.





Pulling down the main; Rum distillery; Sunset; Oh Noel!; Need something that sways like a boat; Ladies dancin.






Electric hook up; Fog horn; Chart plotter; BBQ in Jolly Rogers







Check out the moves, British Virgin Islands; Dancing with locals; Tortola; Bombas





The boys actually waited for the girls!; bombas by night; Shells.




We all thoroughly enjoyed our rest days in Soper’s Hole, Tortola. We attempted to save ourselves on the Friday night in preparation for the full moon party on Saturday. However the Jolly Roger Inn took control and that plan was abolished.

Kate even got invited back to Larry’s yacht which was bigger than average. She told him she was married and he promptly moved on.

Niall spent Saturday windsurfing on the eastern end of Tortola with Finian Mulrahinny, who has just broken the world speed record.

Felicity and Kate spent the day wandering around the gift shops in Soper’s Hole followed by a few bottles of Chardonnay and a good chat.

Noel, Hugh, Fiona and Fionnuala rented an air conditioned car and drove around the island for the day. It was difficult to get out of the car but they still managed to visit a quirky shell museum and the only remaining rum distillery in Tortola.

Saturday night was full moon party night in Bomba’s Shack. Niall, Noel, Hugh, Fiona and Fionnuala ventured out for the night. The photos explain it all really.

By 9am on Sunday morning everyone was up and preparing the boat for what turned out to be a 50hr sail. The initial plan was to head for Statia which turned out not to be too pretty – Fiona is the only one who found the huge tankers fascinating. As the wind was ESE we decided to head NE so as not too have to motor for our last 3 days. We started by heading South towards St Kitts but didn’t get too far down the coast before heading NE towards Barbuda.. Monday night was spent tacking our way through the night so everyone fought for the best side of the bunks which changed every couple of hours.

The soles of poor Hugh’s feet are peeling and the girls are claiming squatters rights on Noel’s cabin.

Barbuda is beautiful, a really flat island surrounded by long white sandy beaches with no footprints on them. It isn’t reliant on tourism like a lot of the other islands we have visited.

Tomorrow, Wednesday, we head back to Jolly Harbour, Antigua. Thursday will be spent clearing out the boat and preparing our goodbyes.

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