Hey All,
Hopefully, if all goes well, by this time next week, wheels up will be 4 hours and counting. As such, I figured I should finally post this past summer's trip report. Forgive my typos and grammatical errors because I'm sure you'll find some.
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First, let me tell you what this trip report is: LONG!!!
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Now, I'll tell you what this trip report ISN'T: a valuable source of info about good places to eat. I'm strictly an I don't eat anything fancy kind of woman. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/chef.gif" alt="" /> It also ISN'T a valuable source for info about boats or boating. I've been lucky enough to have nice people take me on big and small boats, but, I'm strictly a landlubber. AND, in the same vein, it doesn't have any info about diving as I have only had one diving lesson in my life, AND that was in a pool. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/drown.gif" alt="" />
My trip report is my condensed, censored <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Blush.gif" alt="" /> journal of another marvelous trip to the BVI. (BUT THEN, THEY'VE ALL BEEN MARVELOUS!!) <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Joy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Clapping.gif" alt="" />
So, my DISCLAIMER reads as follows:
I, Sharon Jones (a/k/a Sharnightqueen) hereby state that this is a long trip report <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/typing.gif" alt="" /> containing references to prior trips to the BVI that I include ONLY because they relate in some way (or at least I think they do) to this trip. Then again, what do I know <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />
As such, I will not be liable for headaches, eyestrain, or the spilling of hot (or cold) liquids, foods, etc. upon your person as you undoubtedly fall asleep while reading said report. Also the feeling like I've told you much more than you could possibly need to know a/k/a tmi.com ( too much information.com.) is not uncommon.
That said, FINALLY , and without further adieu, I give you my July/August 2003 trip report. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Thumbsup.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Thumbsup.gif" alt="" />
JULY 28th - DAY 1
Pick up by SuperShuttle at 4:15 a.m. I haven't slept since Saturday night so I working on fumes here. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Hairy.gif" alt="" /> Packed kinda light-- only two big roll suitcases, one small carryon and my Andy Warhol Campbell Soup backpack. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Rofl.gif" alt="" /> Taking Spirit Airlines from NYC to Ft. Lauderdale then Spirit on to SJU. Check in (cool I'm in the exit row which means more leg room for moi). <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Joy.gif" alt="" /> Grab breakfast at MickeyDee's, grab the newspaper and wait till time to board. Board then fall asleep while the stewardess is doing her spiel, only waking up in time for snacks. Next thing I know, the captain is telling us we'll be landing in Ft. Lauderale soon. Grab my stuff, change planes, and I'm on the way to SJU.
<img src="/forums/images/graemlins/cloud.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/cloud.gif" alt="" />Is there anybody else here who feels that SJU airport is the most poorly designed airport they have ever had the misfortune to go to/from?? I sincerely hate having to go through SJU but, if the airfare is awesome, a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Rofl.gif" alt="" />
I make my way through as my final leg is on American to Beef Island Airport. Down the escalator, check in at the counter, then go call my sister to let her know I'm almost in paradise. WAIT!! I hear an announcement and I think I heard the magic word VOLUNTARY. Oops!! Tell my sis I gotta go. Sure enough, AA has overbooked my flight and they are offering $100 for passengers who give up their seat. Trying to look cool while bum rushing the counter, I do what I have done many times before giveup my seat. It' a running joke in my family cause I can' remember the last time I actually paid for a flight on AA. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Rofl.gif" alt="" /> Flight finally takes off without me and agent hands me a voucher for get this $150. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Joy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Joy.gif" alt="" />
Agent sends me upstairs for a 7pm flight to Beef. This time I call my mom to have her call both my friend who's picking me up at Beef and Rhymer's to let them know I'm delayed. The 7 pm flight takes off at 7:45pm. I take a deep breath and finally relax. Land, and, as usual, when I get off the plane, I take another deep breath and a feeling of sereneness comes over me. I'm home again!! <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Joy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Joy.gif" alt="" />
Been a while since I've seen the airport. I would say approximately four years. The reason? O.K. this is one of those prior references I told you about that you can skip over. Years ago, after traveling to the BVI for many years, my boyfriend decided he would come down and see what all the fuss was about. I would go down to the BVI first, and he would follow later. Day of my flight, I overslept so I missed my flight (I've never done that before - so I should have realized that was an OMEN ) <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/cloud.gif" alt="" /> I had to fly standby but lucky for me, I did get on the next flight.
Got to the airport at Beef, going through immigration. I'm so happy to be back, I don't realize the officer is taking a long time with my travel documents. Finally, she asked me to come with her. Well, since I haven't done anything wrong, I just figured there was a glitch somewhere, so I followed her. We go into an office with the one way glass you see on the cop shows. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/busted.gif" alt="" /> I DON'T LIKE THIS AT ALL!!! She asked me to take a seat and proceeded to tell me she was going to have to deny me access to the BVI. I thought I had heard her wrong so I asked her "What did you say?" She said they were going to have to deny me access to the BVI AS I HAD NOT SOUGH PERMISSION FROM THE GOVERNMENT TO ENTER THE TERRIRORY. Huh????? <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />
I explained to her that I had been coming to the BVI for many years and no one EVER told me I had to get permision to enter. She then said "because of the "rasta law" anyone with dreadlocks, has to seek permision from the government to enter the bvi.
<img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Argue.gif" alt="" />Dread in my heart, I tell her no one ever stopped me when I came through West End, and she told me they weren't doing their jobs and should have denied me entry. I then spoke to her supervisor who essentially told me the same thing. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Mad.gif" alt="" /> I then told him I wanted to speak to HIS SUPERVISOR. He called his superior on the phone and of course, all I could hear were his answers. The last answer he gave his superior was "no sir, she's an American. He then hung up the phone, turned to me and asked me where I was staying and for how long, and how much money I had with me. I told him, and he said his superior said it was o.k. for me to enter. At this point, I started to cry, <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/cry.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/cry.gif" alt="" />and he asked me why. I don't remember if I answered him or not, but at that point, I had really had it. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Mad.gif" alt="" /> I promised myself I would never, ever come through the airport again. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/cloud.gif" alt="" /> FAMOUS LAST WORDS!! Anyway, back to the present.
Grab my stuff, drop it at the curb and go call my friend. Telephones are giving me a hard time, so what do I do now?? O.K. back to the curb, ask the guys hanging out if there are any other phones other than at the other end of the airport. One of them asks me if someone is picking me up. I tell him yes, but I could not get through to him on the phones. What does he do? Hands me his cell phone and tells me to call my friend. Now I know it doesn't seem like such a big deal, but I am always warmed by how friendly the people from the BVI are. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Thumbsup.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Thumbsup.gif" alt="" />
Call my friend says he'll be there in a few minutes. I grab a juice and also grab one for my cell phone savior. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/thanks.gif" alt="" /> My friend comes, we load up his jeep, and off we go. First stop on my agenda? The chicken lady. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/chef.gif" alt="" />He says Oh no, already? But, of course. I chant chicken lady several times, he sighs and we're off to Roadtown and the chicken lady. Say hello to the chicken lady She says Hi, welcome back and I tell her I'm just coming from the airport. She smiles and asks me is that how it is? I laugh and tell her yes, I had to have my chicken before I did anything else. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Grin.gif" alt="" /> Off to Rhymer's, grab the key, hit the room and off to bed. Good night, Irene.
JULY 29TH -DAY 2 MY BURFDAY <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Thumbsup.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Thumbsup.gif" alt="" />
Did I mention I'm not a morning person? <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Hairy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Hairy.gif" alt="" /> Wake up feeling very discombulated, trying to figure out where I am. Look around and smile. Feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz cause I'm not in NYC anymore, YIPPEE <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Joy.gif" alt="" /> and IT'S MY 51st BURFDAY. DOUBLE YIPPEE!! <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Joy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Joy.gif" alt="" /> So I do what any self-respecting 51 year old woman from NYC does on her burfday while in the BVI. I turn over and go back to sleep. Finally get up at 11 a.m. grab a shower and head downstairs to say hi to Ecline who works the front desk at Rhymer's Beach Hotel, my home away from home.
He has some errands to run, so we go into Roadtown. Been in the BVI a gazillion times, but still look around as if it's my first trip. Stop into Travel Plan to pick up my plane tickets for my trip to Anguilla on Monday. Do some marketing, back to CGB. He puts the food away while I hit Big Banana for pina coladas and wings. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/chef.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Cheers.gif" alt="" /> Continue up the beach (or is it down?) to Quito's, to say hello to Fitz and have one of his pina coladas that I love a whole bunch. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Cheers.gif" alt="" /> Well, I did what I wanted to do on my burfday, so off to bed early. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Thumbsup.gif" alt="" /> Lights out!!! Good night Irene.
JULY 30 - DAY 3
Early power walk to balance the pina coladas, painkillers, chicken lady, Bomba Punches, etc... that I'm going to gorge myself on during this trip. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/chef.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/chef.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/chef.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/chef.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/chef.gif" alt="" />
<img src="/forums/images/graemlins/drinking.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/drinking.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/toast.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/toast.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/toast.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/toast.gif" alt="" /> Walk up the road, past the dinghy dock, over the bridge and left down the road past miniature golf course Wack Attack. Kinda leery when walking in the BVI cause I don't wanna trespass on someone's private property. I see a sign that says NO EXIT, NO PARKING, WALKERS WELCOME. My question is: does walkers welcome mean any walkers or just the people who are coming to see the occupants of the house? <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/duh.gif" alt="" />
<img src="/forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> Yeah, I know you're thinking I'm crazy (and you're probably half right), but coming from NYC, wouldn't you be too. Hey, when we walk in NYC, it's on the sidewalks so I don't run into these problems. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Rofl.gif" alt="" />
Soooo. I fdecided to walk up to the walkers welcome sign, and then turn around. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Laugh.gif" alt="" /> Walk back down the road, past Rymer's, the cemetery, up to Da Wedding and back to Rhymer's. He's just waking up, so I make breakfast <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/chef.gif" alt="" /> which I then drop all over the patio. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/thumbsdown.gif" alt="" /> Back to the drawing board, make breakfast all over again, being careful not to drop it this time. Back to sleep. Wake up just in time for happy hour at Bog Banana. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/drinking.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/drinking.gif" alt="" />
Rice and chicken for dinner, then off to Bombas, to say hello and dance a little <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Groovin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Groovin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Groovin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Groovin.gif" alt="" /> Back to Rhymer's. Lights out. Good night Irene
JULY 31st - DAY 4 - PUSSERS and BROW SODA
Said we were gonna head out at 12. Almost made it too, but finally got started at 1:15. Stop by the pub to check my e-mail for directions to Malcolm's place. An overwhelmng taste for pussers wings & pina colada hits me and I do my best begging (meaning I ask over and over and he gives in - LOL), and off we go to west end. As usual Bella and Pearl are there tending the bar. We sit down by the water, eat and drink and look at the boats. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/chef.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/toast.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Cheers.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/toast.gif" alt="" /> HEAVEN!!
Back to roadtown driving by a store he says has brow soda. BROW!!! DID HE SAY BROW???MY FAVORITE SODA IN THE WHOLE WORLD!! <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Joy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Joy.gif" alt="" /> STOP THIS JEEP NOT NOW, BUT RIGHT NOW!! A little about Brow Soda. It's bottled in St. Croix and there is no other soda (at least in my humble opinion) that tastes like brow. Stops the jeep to park. PARK??? I don't have time for him to park! <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Laugh.gif" alt="" /> I jump out and run inside a store that looks like it's going out of business. I go in, find the brow and take all I can hold in my hands to the counter, all the while yammering about how much I love brow and how lucky I am to have found some. The little old man who owns the store keeps looking at me like I'm crazy while I'm carry more and more Brow to the counter. After I take all I see on the shelf, I'm ready. The old man is still smiling at me (haven't figured out if it's because he thinks I'm crazy to be so excited about finding BROW, or whether he's just made a nice sale). Anyway, I'm happy now, NO I'M ECSTATIC) <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Clapping.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Clapping.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Joy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Joy.gif" alt="" />
Back to Rhymer's, for some BROW, and junk food. ALL's right with the world. Lights out. Good night Irene!
AUGUST 1st.- DAY 5 - BBQ Night
Up, fix breakfast and watch some TV. It's another beautiful day in paradise, he's still asleep, so I take the opportunity to take some time for myself, grab a book and sit on the beach. I finally get a chance to meet Charmaine <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Thumbsup.gif" alt="" /> taking her customary walk along the beach. We'll see each other at Macolm&'s place tonight. After taking a nap (a longgg nap), I'm running late for Malcolm's party, so we run to the market, grab stuff and off we go. Sounds like the party's in high gear. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/drinking.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Cheers.gif" alt="" /> I get a chance to finally meet Malcolm, Ultimate Lime, Walker, & his wife, Davide and I see Charmaine again. Nice music, nice people, nice atmosphere. Thanks again, Mal. Nice party. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Clapping.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Clapping.gif" alt="" />
Went to the village for the first time. Weather was horrible, they had technical problems. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/cloud.gif" alt="" /> Back to Rhymer's and off to bed. Lights out. Good night Irene.
AUGUST 2nd -DAY 6 - Daysail
Up at 7 a.m. Feeling like something the cat dragged in and out and in again. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Hairy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Sick.gif" alt="" /> BUT, being a landlubber, I'm looking forward to the daysail, so I remember something my boyfriend always says to me when I'm out of it and trying to get up. Slowly rise up, put one foot on the floor, o.k. put the other foot on the floor. Now, slowly, slowly pull your body up on top of your feet. Wow, you're standing up. Unfortunately, after all that, he never did tell me how to get my feet and body moving. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />
Slowly make my way down the beach to the dinghy dock where Capt. Mike and his family are anchored (is that the right word, ya'll?). Charmaine comes and we're off. The boat is beautiful. Meet Capt Mike and the rest of his crew. Wife (Loonie), son Ian and daughter Alyx. The are all such nice people and were very gracious hosts. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Thumbsup.gif" alt="" /> Felt a little green <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Sick.gif" alt="" />when the seas got rough, trying not to panic and embarrass myself. Decided to stand up, see if I felt better and, strange as it may seem, the feeling passed. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Thumbsup.gif" alt="" /> At one point, while sitting on the bow of the boat, I thought to myself, it can't get any better than this. Such an incredible feeling of peace and serenity!! <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Joy.gif" alt="" />
Captain Mike anchors at Monkey Point. While we were underway, he showed me the different dials and what he meant, and now using that knowledge, I could see the water was 15 feet deep. Too deep for an amateur swimmer like me, <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/drown.gif" alt="" /> so I'll stay on bard and soak up the scenery. One of the other boats comes in (I'm so sorry I don't remember which one) and dinghies over to Mike's boat telling us they're going where the water is shallower and asking if anyone wants to come. Do I? <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Thumbsup.gif" alt="" /> Grab my snorkel gear (it's new, so I'll see how it works) and we're off. Water here is about 10 feet deep, so while I can't feel the bottom of the ocean with my feet, I think I'm o.k. since the dinghy has a rope that I plan to keep in sight while snorkeling. Disposable underwater camera in hand, I haul myself over the side of the dinghy and promptly see three tarpons swimming by. I'm not ready with the camera yet, so I miss then. Fortunately, one solo tarpon comes by, and I do get the picture. SWEET!! I surface and see there's another dinghy nearby and Charmaine is relaxing is also in the water. Good. Another dinghy rope to help me keep my bearings (and to hold onto just in case) Snorkel for a while, take some pics, then decide I'd better check on the surface, make sure I'm not holding anyone up. Grab the dinghy rope, surface, and look into the faces of two people I've never seen in my life. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/duh.gif" alt="" /> I apologize and they laugh and say "Don't worry, out here, we're all friends.<img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Thumbsup.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/thanks.gif" alt="" />
Find my way to Mike's dinghy, and then the adventure begins. I've heard it's heard to get into a dinghy, and I know I've done it before, but I must have forgot everything I learned because hard does not even begin to describe how difficult I found it. First, I try it my way, just climb in the dinghy. Of course, this doesn't work. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/duh.gif" alt="" /> After several tries Ian (at least I think it was Ian, I was too embarrassed to look up), kept telling me to put ONE foot on the rope and pull myself over into the dinghy. AND I DID!! THREE TIMES!!!
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Every time I got my foot in the rope, the light bulb went out, I took my foot off the rope and tried to throw myself into the dinghy. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/duh.gif" alt="" /> Well, I did think I could walk and chew gum at the same time but... <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/duh.gif" alt="" />
Anyway, by this time I'm beyond embarrassed (somebody help me here is there a word for beyond embarrassed - MORTIFIED maybe???) <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Blush.gif" alt="" /> Finally, all I remember is two people literally hauling me into the dinghy (meaning they literally grabbed one arm each and hauled me like a very heavy sack of potatoes me into the dinghy. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/duh.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> I think Ian was one (thanks again, Ian), and the other man whose name I don't remember or didn't catch??) <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/thanks.gif" alt="" /> Finally, we're off to De Loose Mongoose. My first time here even though I've been coming to Tortola for so many years. Yum, yum. No-seeums taste so good. Like a strawberry smoothie. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/drinking.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/drinking.gif" alt="" />
TO: CAPTAIN MIKE, LOONIE, IAN AND ALYX: <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/thanks.gif" alt="" />
While I thanked you all in person after the sail, it was truly the highlight of my trip this summer and, once again, I sincerely thank you for taking me along on the daysail. Ya'll are the best. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/thanks.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/thanks.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/thanks.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Clapping.gif" alt="" /> thumbsup:
Taxi back to CGB. Stop in Quito's for a Pina colada. Then it's on to Big Banana for Happy Hour. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/drinking.gif" alt="" /> Today it's painkillers for me. Continue on to Rhymer's to decide what's up tonight. We decide to go to the village. It's soca/calypso nite. YEAH!! <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Groovin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Groovin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Groovin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Groovin.gif" alt="" /> The singer Crazy is here singing his hit Cash It. People (including me) whining for days. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Banana.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Banana.gif" alt="" /> MC announces that Imagi Brass is coming on shortly. My friend who's tired by this point is skeptical as it's now 3:00 a.m. and he says no way they'e appearing this time of morning. I let him know I' not moving until I see if its true as I know one of the guys in the band and I love their music. SURE ENUF!! they'e here and come out jamming. I'm in HEAVEN!!
<img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Groovin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Groovin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Groovin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Banana.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Banana.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/Groovin.gif" alt="" />
Finally, it' 4:30 a.m. and they'e still playing. Feeling sorry for my friend, I reluctantly head for the car, where he's patiently waiting. Finally it' off to bed. Good night Irene.
AUGUST 3rd - DAY 7 - DO NOTHING DAY
Going to Anguilla tomorrow, so today is a lazy day. I' m leaving most of my stuff with him since I'l be back on Friday. We watch TV, relax. and basically do nothing all day.
Early to bed. Lights out. Good night Irene.
This concludes the first week of my excellent adventure this summer in the BVI. TO BE CONTINUED......
