Brock started Wednesday on the Monkey (Sea Monkey), Tiff slept in till10 AM … Slowly but surely … I’m (Brock) is learning “the ropes” on a dive boat literally … it seems so simple to tie a boat to a mooring or a dock … but it really does take practice and experience … today I helped Chris and Jude w/ 4 men from Italy … just as I was getting comfortable w/ things, these guys threw the metric system at me … damn if I know how
to convert Bar to PSI … so these 4 middle aged Italian men wanted nothing but to be under water … forget the details like having enough air … having enough weight to stay under water or even having fins … these guys were all emotion and no brains … but it was a great learning experience … every day I learn more … oh yeah, today I saw the rare jawfish - (see pic) ... i've never seen one before ... I also had the pleasure of diving w/ a reef shark w/ this morning ... ... After a morning working on the Monkey, Tiff picked me up from the dive shop w/ a picnic lunch … we went to a close by resort beach called Little Dix Bay. It was perfect … we were able to pose as residents of Little Dix and found a seat under a straw umbrella with and table. We started our aftern
oon eating homemade sandwiches by Tiff, and noticed just beyond the shoreline that a few turtles were breaking the surface for air. Tiff set her PB sandwich down and ran out to snorkel w/ the turtles. After all, she’s been deprived of diving all this time, so she was really excited. We both ended up playing w/ the turtles … so much fun … they are so graceful, friendly, and they epitomize our island existence … because they don’t give a shizzle about anything but eating their grass … no matter how many rich tourists over-anxiously bob and weave around them … what a great afternoon …
We left the beach around 5:00 pm and headed back to the condo to clean up for dinner. Tiffany is getting better at driving on the wrong side of the road up and down these steep hillsides … but tonite was a challenge … we were heading to the ferry on the far end of the island (Gun Creek) to the Bitter End Yacht Club … where all the yachters anchor and congregate … The ferry pushes off at 6:30 and we left our Condo at 6:10 pm with a 13 horsepower Suzuki and a half intoxicated Brock taunting Tiffany to drive “with intent”. She made it … burning brake pads and all!
We disco
vered all sorts of things at the “Bitter End” of VG … it was kind of like going to the zoo for us … imagine hundreds of yachts named silly things like “hypnautic” and “golden times” … w/ hundreds of filthy rich people … human behavior is quite strange … even though you are wealthy, it’s still possible to act like a bafoon … we ran into some strange things … like a sailing school for children … the public restrooms were lined w/ teak wood … bookoos of 15 year old boys running around w/ their turned up polo shirt collars and six packs of Caribe beer with their head on a swivel ... guess they don't card here … apparently, tomorrow there is a regatta so there were teams of guys w/ matching sailing uniforms on, getting schnockered and stroking each other’s egos the night before the race … for dinner, we had conch fritters and split a cheeseburger … enjoyed a few rum drinks and we headed back to the condo …
… Confucius say, better to be a “happy turtle” than a “drunken rich sailor” … hmmm … maybe I’m a drunken turtle right now … who cares … we had another great day in paradise.
oon eating homemade sandwiches by Tiff, and noticed just beyond the shoreline that a few turtles were breaking the surface for air. Tiff set her PB sandwich down and ran out to snorkel w/ the turtles. After all, she’s been deprived of diving all this time, so she was really excited. We both ended up playing w/ the turtles … so much fun … they are so graceful, friendly, and they epitomize our island existence … because they don’t give a shizzle about anything but eating their grass … no matter how many rich tourists over-anxiously bob and weave around them … what a great afternoon …We left the beach around 5:00 pm and headed back to the condo to clean up for dinner. Tiffany is getting better at driving on the wrong side of the road up and down these steep hillsides … but tonite was a challenge … we were heading to the ferry on the far end of the island (Gun Creek) to the Bitter End Yacht Club … where all the yachters anchor and congregate … The ferry pushes off at 6:30 and we left our Condo at 6:10 pm with a 13 horsepower Suzuki and a half intoxicated Brock taunting Tiffany to drive “with intent”. She made it … burning brake pads and all!
We disco
vered all sorts of things at the “Bitter End” of VG … it was kind of like going to the zoo for us … imagine hundreds of yachts named silly things like “hypnautic” and “golden times” … w/ hundreds of filthy rich people … human behavior is quite strange … even though you are wealthy, it’s still possible to act like a bafoon … we ran into some strange things … like a sailing school for children … the public restrooms were lined w/ teak wood … bookoos of 15 year old boys running around w/ their turned up polo shirt collars and six packs of Caribe beer with their head on a swivel ... guess they don't card here … apparently, tomorrow there is a regatta so there were teams of guys w/ matching sailing uniforms on, getting schnockered and stroking each other’s egos the night before the race … for dinner, we had conch fritters and split a cheeseburger … enjoyed a few rum drinks and we headed back to the condo …… Confucius say, better to be a “happy turtle” than a “drunken rich sailor” … hmmm … maybe I’m a drunken turtle right now … who cares … we had another great day in paradise.
Very nice pic of the jawfish
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