I had an awesome day on the water yesterday. It started with my first time since arriving in the Virgin Islands (aka the sailing capital of the world) on a sailboat. Luckily, I didn’t have to do any actual work. The sheer number of ropes was baffling.
The plan was to snorkel at a rock formation called The Indians, but all the mooring bouys were occupied, so instead we went to Norman Island. I wish I had an underwater camera: the sea fans were this really vibrant purple, and there were quite a few bright yellow corals and some happy small and medium-sized fish hanging out around there too.
From there we took the dinghy to the Willy T, a floating pirate-themed bar that I had heard a lot about but not had the chance to visit yet.
At first, I was a little put off by all the drunken American teenagers, but after a pain killer (they were invented at the Willy T) I felt a lot better. The Willy T has two levels, and the thing to do is jump off the second level into the water… maybe next time.
Then I hopped a speed boat to Norman Island itself, which from what I gather is not really inhabited. It does have a nice little beach restaurant and bar called Pirates.
There were a bunch of boats moored near there and plenty of folks enjoying the beach. Once it started to get dark, there was also live music. Unfortunately, it’s what I’d consider Caribbean easy listening: Nice enough, but nothing I’d dance to.
Finally, it was time to get back to Tortola. This was when I got really glad to have switched boats. We made it from Pirate’s Bight back to Wickham’s Cay in 13 minutes.
I don’t know why, but I was expecting speedboating to be sorta lame. I was wrong.
At one point, the moon came out from behind the clouds — it was almost full — and we were zooming across the water and I seriously felt like I was in an episode of Miami Vice.
I loved it.