I thought you all might enjoy a little narrative about a pub-crawl that we had on February 10th. There were 16 of us staying in two villas at Mahoe Bay on VG.

Around 8:00 AM on that fun day, our wonderful driver, Simon, who works for Speedy’s, picked us up and deposited us at the Yacht Harbor in Spanish Town. We then boarded the yacht “High Point,” a twin-diesel Riviera 36 sport-fish that we chartered through Power Boat Rentals in Spanish Town (284-495-5542).

Out of the harbor and course set for Cooper Island Beach Club! We arrived at Cooper and secured to the dock about 10:30, only to learn that the bar didn’t open until 11:00. No problem. We roamed around the beach at Cooper until the bar opened and started the day off in earnest. This writer’s drink of choice was rum and Ting, but the bartender was excellent and made all sorts of exotic fare for the boys and girls. There was something made with Kahlua and rum (a Kahlua Colada perhaps) that seemed to be appropriate for that early hour of the day.

After a couple of pops and the obligatory group picture next to the “Sorry. We do not accept garbage” sign, it was back on the trusty yacht “High Point” and off to ... Norman Island!

At Norman, we tied up at their pier and swarmed ashore to Pirate’s. The last time this writer was on Norman, it was Billy Bone’s bar (instead of Pirates), it was after dinner, and the place was rockin’ and rollin’. It was actually pretty calm at Pirate’s that day until we landed and kicked things up a notch. Rum punches were the order of the day.

After about thirty minutes, it was back aboard the “High Point” for the quick trip across the Bight to the Willie T. Things there were quiet as well, but this writer and one of the other boys in the band took the opportunity to jump off the WT. (Writer’s note: It’s a whole lot easier to jump off during the day when you can see what you’re doing and when you’re compos mentis enough to go into the water vertically. At night, when the brain is addled and the senses are dulled, it’s a bit more intimidating.) After jumping into the water, it was thrilling to swim over to the boarding platform through a sea of french fries that had been thrown in to feed the fishies. As long as the fishies ate the french fries and not the writer, things were cool.

Now, it was back on board the “High Point” and off to Soper’s Hole to Pusser’s for PKs. While there we saw a couple of the charter crews from Voyager Yachts who had taken such good care of us on our trip last year, and we had a good reunion. The folks at Pusser’s do know how to make a tolerably good PK.

Several PKs later, rum and Ting having fallen by the wayside for this writer, we’re off again out of Soper’s heading across the sound to Yost Van Dyke. “High Point” tied up at the pier in Great Harbor and off we went in a taxi (This writer thinks that all 16 were in one taxi, but by that time who could count?) to White Bay for ... you guessed it, more PKs. White Bay and Soggy’s were just great, and we drank some more, had some much needed food (including the good conch fritters), and played on the beach. The weather and the beach were spectacular.

After a while, someone said that we had to return to Great Harbor so, the 16 of us piled back in the same cab (I think) and headed back. Well, no visit to Jost would be complete without paying homage to Foxy’s, so we stopped in there for a couple of quickies before re-embarking on the “High Point” for the ride home.

Let me say, that the boys and girls were a lot quieter on the boat ride home than they were earlier in the day. There’s something about that salt air that really takes it out of a person. Fortunately, we had our trusty cooler with us, and we were able to enjoy a cold Coor’s Light/Carib/Red Stripe as we experienced a fabulous sunset crossing the Drake Channel on the way back to Spanish Town.

We arrived back at the Yacht Harbor at Spanish Town, to be met once again by our friendly, dependable Simon. We loaded up the truck, and headed over to the M&M bakery for barbecued chicken to take home for dinner. Then it was back to the villas, a good dinner, and then story time for all of the good little boys and girls.

For all of you who have touched these magical places in your trips to BVI, you can’t imagine what fun it was to hit them all in one day. It may sound like it was frenetic, but it really wasn’t. The captain of the “High Point” was really accommodating and was able to bring her right ashore to the docks. All we had to do was step off, have fun, and remember to make our way back on board when the time came to head on to the next venue. Since we’d all hit these spots before (except for Cooper), we knew what to expect, and we were pretty mellow about the whole thing.

This was a day that I shall relive many, many times over the next eleven months as we prepare for another visit to the BVI. I hope that you all will enjoy reading it, that you will not think of us as too foolish, and that you will remember the good times you have had in the most wonderful place in the world. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/drinking.gif" alt="" />

Bill in NJ