“We’re gonna die!!” was Claire’s battle-call during our first sail when the boat started to keel to the starboard side. I hope that’s not foreshadowing, but since we find ourselves alive and well on Day 4, I believe that we will be just fine.
We took the ferry from St. Thomas to Tortola and poor Bear puked a few times due to the swells. She was green and full of fear.
We arrived in Tortola to sun-showers and a brief line at customs. A quick taxi ride over to Manual Reef Marina and there she was – a shining angel bobbing in the water, ready and waiting for us to take her to sea...the Chachaa!!
We stayed in the harbour the first night to get acquainted with our new digs; provisioned at the big "Riteway" grocery store in town (loaf of bread US $6.95 and a red pepper was $4.95...but a bottle of Two Oceans was $4.95...yes!!!); checked on our missing bag (still not found) and got everything ready for the journey.
*note: some of the yachts here are UNBELIEVABLE...200' long, 4-5 decks high, helicopter landing pads, they are ridiculous!
We hiked up a very high peak at Peter Island, chopped up a coconut and drank/ate it, ran down the steep pitch, played on the beach, snorkeled and sailed back to our little anchorage spot in the next bay over.
Today, Monday, we came back to home base and filled up with water & fuel, found wifi, grabbed a few more groceries and then we're heading back to Peter Island in 30 mins, for the night. Tomorrow we're headed to Cooper Island where we will snorkel at one of the best places in the BVI's. I'll also scuba dive the wreck of the Rhone - an old steamship that was lost in a storm.
Gotta run...love you all!