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Bumblebees in the Water

30 Wednesday Jun 2010

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This is a continuation of our BVI sailing adventure… Following the traditional of getting up before the roosters crow, Rich had the motor started and mooring lines in by 6 a.m. the following morning. We zipped over to Monkey Point for two rounds of fabulous snorkeling then sailed to Diamond Cay (Manchioneel Bay) on Jost Van Dyke. We grabbed a mooring ball, close to the shore and the coral reefs. Foxy Taboo_3

At the foot of the bay is Foxy Taboo, a charming bar and restaurant opened in 2003 by British Virgin Islander Foxy Callwood. Unlike other parts of BVI, Diamond Cay is spic-and-span with swaying palm trees, groomed paths, a well-built and maintained dock, and other amenities that make visiting a joy.

After getting directions at Foxy’s, we walked to Bubbly Pool, which is a shallow pool protected by piles of boulders. As the seawater surges through the boulders, it creates bubbles, hence turning the calm pool into something akin to a Jacuzzi. Typical day

What it didn’t say in the sailing guide is that the pool is calm at low tide with barely a bubble on the surface. Nevertheless, it was worthwhile to visit because the pool contained baby “bumble bees.” Not really bees. Sergeant Majors, which are perky black and white striped fish that can grow up to six inches in length. The ones in the pool were itty-bitty, maybe half an inch in length.

We’d seen the grown up versions while snorkeling and earlier in the day at Monkey Point. Several dozen of these charming fish were swimming around our swim ladder. We “accidentally” feed them bits of dried out bagels, which they happily chomped down until a solid black fish showed up and started to chase them away. It just shows that even the reef has tension among the species. Foxy Taboo

Several days later, at Sopher’s Hole, when we were getting into our dinghy after buying ice and other groceries onshore, I noticed a school of bumble bees near the dock and exclaimed to Rich, “Look at the bumble bees!” 

A woman getting out of a dinghy nearby heard me and almost fell overboard, thinking that the stinging airborne variety of bumblebees were swarming. Ha! She was kinda’ a fancy lady who along with her husband and another couple were being brought to shore by the captain of mostly likely a catamaran they were chartering. Many people who charter in BVI have a captain, especially if they’re on a moose-sized catamaran with several other people.

After delighting in the baby bumblebees in Bubbly Pool, we headed back down the rocky trail, past several Manchioneel trees. Signs posted around the trees, reminding visitors not to stay away from the trees because they’re highly poisonous and can produce a severe skin reaction, especially after a rain. In addition, their fruit, resembling a small green apple, is highly toxic. Foxy Taboo_2

Part of the trail back to Foxy Taboo goes over sections of rocks. We must have zigged when we should have zagged and ended up on another trail. Trying to get my bearings, I looked down and saw several shells moving by my feet; I yelled for Rich to bring the camera. Inside each shell was a teeny crab. To the right is a picture of one of the crabs. 

I’d spied several of these crabs during our beachcombing adventures. They’re the ultimate recyclers in that they move into abandoned shells. When they grow too Tiny crabslarge for their existing shell, they’ll find another. Theoretically, a small starter shell could have half a dozen occupants before it breaks or disintegrates.

Even though these crabs are very small – like a peanut with legs – their pinchers are very strong. I allowed a little fellow to grab my thumbnail and he held it so tight that I couldn’t pry him loose! When I put my hand in the water, he let go.

Also walking back, we stopped to take pictures of the mangrove trees (below), which grow in the brackish or seawater. They have huge roots that are on top of the water and most likely extend down tens of feet.

After our Bubbly Pool visit, it was time to snorkel again. We headed to Sandy Spit, which proved to be terrible snorkeling. We had a bad omen within seconds of putting our heads in the water and spying a large, tuna-like fish swimming within a few feet of the shore. Not only was the current strong in the area, but the reef was only a few feet beneath the water. In this situation, you must keep your body perfectly horizontal and your face in the water to avoid hitting any coral and possibly damaging it or yourself. I find it very claustrophobic to swim that close to sharp coral, especially, if you encounter a barracuda or other large, scary fish. Mangrove trees

Disappointed in the snorkeling, we dingy along the shore on the way back to the boat and stopped on a sandy beach that at one time had a small bar. To accommodate or more aptly take advantage of the thirty sailors, there are numerous bars throughout the islands, which range from anchored boats where you can tie up and a get a beer or shot of rum to fancy establishments with upholstered chairs, froufrou appetizers, live music, and drinks with umbrellas and multiple liquors like a Royal Navy Fog Cutter (Pusser’s Rum, gin, lemon juice, orange juice, orgeat syrup, dash of Cointreau, and club soda) or Deep Six (Pusser’s Rum, lime juice, sugar syrup, and champagne). 

Pusser’s is a BVI institution. Throughout BVI, there are Pusser’s stores, restaurants, and most of all, bottles of rum. Founded in 1655, Pusser’s is the “father of navy rum” and the original grog that was issued to sailors of Great Britain‘s Royal Navy from 1655 through 1970. It’s hard to imagine that rum was the daily libation on pitching ships, where attentiveness is key to safe sailing.Sunset

The breath of a beach, where we stopped near Sandy Spit, had a small, beat-up boat on it, which had been modified to enable people to sit around the pilothouse and order a drink. The boat was now nothing more than debris rising above wealth of riffraff and trash the waves deposited – cans, bottles, shoes, swim fins, buckets, fishing nets, dishes, utensils, and other stuff that had fallen off boats, or more likely, washed into the ocean.

As far as we can tell, there is no recycling in BVI and no desire on the part of the residents to consistently use trashcans rather than gullies, parkways, bushes, and the beaches. 

On many of the island, roosters, chickens and goats roam free. I don’t know whether these animals are eventually eaten or domesticated livestock returning to nature. On the deserted beach, near the dilapidated boat-bar, Rich found jaw bones from a small goat. Its teeth were blackened. I suspect that it had been barbequed in a fire pit we spotted on the beach. Self portrait_getting darker

Yes, I took one of the bones, which I cleaned with bleach and a toothbrush when I got home. It’s next to the deer jaw bones I found in Texas.

Above, you can see how dark we were by the fourth day… and slightly red. This stunning self-portrait was taken after we ate dinner and before we started to watch the sunset. Every evening, I smashed up some mint leaves with sugar and a squeeze of lime juice. I’d then divide the mixture into two glasses, add ice up to the top and fill almost to the top with club soda. Rich would then pour of splash of rum in my glasses and a finger or two into his. Now you know why he looks a bit wasted in the picture above!

Maximum Snorkeling and Sailing

27 Sunday Jun 2010

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This is a continuation of our British Virgin Island sailing adventure… Day three of our British Virgin Island sailing adventure started off poorly. Having burned my back to a crisp, I slept poorly. In addition, Rich and I were having sheet wars. I’d brought our own sheets since you never know what type of linens they’ll have on the boat. v-berth

While I tend to be very thorough in assessing what I need to pack, I missed an important detail. The pretty patterned percale sheets that I brought were for a twin bed (no wonder why I didn’t recall ever using them). The fitted sheet was long enough to fit over the cushions in the v-berth, but half as wide as necessary. I therefore put the top sheet on the bottom and rationalized that I could use the fitted sheet as a top sheet.

Obviously, this wasn’t the swiftest plan. The fitted sheet barely covered one of us and the elastic at the bottom made it even smaller. By our third night, Rich wised up and used one of the sheets that came with the boat to cover himself while I abused the fitted sheet, depending on my discomfort level. Check out the scramble of sheets and pillows in the v-berth above. Below shows the v-berth at the very front or forward of the boat.Forward cabin 

Keep in mind we both ended up getting nasty sunburns, which made it hellish to sleep. And above the v-berth was a hatch that we opened and closed throughout the night, depending on whether we were hot or cold. Rich tended to close it; I’d inevitably open. Add that it rained on-and-off many nights, making it imperative to quickly get up from a sound sleep and race around the boat closing windows and hatches. Multiple these activities by territorial wars over the four pillows and four sheets and the reality that Rich’s 6-foot, 3-inch body only fit diagonally in the v-berth!

Yes, it would make anyone crabby in the morning.

The morning of our third day, I was especially crabby because of the heavy winds and pelting rain during the night. Because we were both miserable, we got up with the sun, started the engine and were to George Dog by 6 a.m. The good news was that we hadn’t pay for the mooring ball because no one came around the night before to collect the money! 

George Dog is one of four canine-named islands, which includes West Dog, Great Dog, George Dog, and two bitty islands called Seal Dogs. The islands were named by sailors who mistook the barking noises made by Caribbean Monk Seals for that of dogs. They then discovered the seals were quite tasty and in a few decades ate them to extinction.Stern berth

After arriving at George Dog, we dried out the boat (many of the hatches and windows were open during the stormy night), had some cereal and milk, then pulled on our snorkel gear (which we stored in the back cabin along with all of our clothes, bottled water, shells, books, and electronic gear). I quickly forget that I was tired and cranky. The variety of fish, coral, filtered sunlight, and calmness of the water was unsurpassed.

After snorkeling around both sides of the reef, we tossed our gear into the boat, climbed into the dinghy and motored to a deserted beach on the opposite end of the island (below). I was enthralled with the sand near the water; it was composed entirely of seed-sized pieces of shells and rocks. I sat on the beach, completely absorbed in sifting through the sand, picking out tiny unbroken shells and interesting bits of coral. I then filled a baggy full of the sand, which I now have in a pretty glass vase. Gathering shells

Twenty feet or so from the shore, the finely crushed shells and rocks became a strip of small BB-sized pebbles. Past the pebbles was fine sand with larger rounded stones, chunks of coral, and jagged rocks from the cliffs and underwater reefs.

While I was focused on the composition the beach, Rich climbed on the rocky cliffs and returned with a couple of pieces of interesting coral.

As we headed for the dinghy, a small motor boat pulled up and deposited several people on the beach. By the reef, where we’d snorkeled less than an hour earlier, all of the mooring balls were taken. It was definitely to our advantage to get up early and race to the prime snorkeling spots. Dog Island

As we trimmed the sails, the sky darkened and the fluffy white clouds turned gray and heavy. By the time we reached Marina Cay we saw cracks of lightening and a few drops of rain started to fall. Nevertheless, because we planned on getting gas and water at the marina and also pick up a mooring ball, we had no choice, but to wait in the drizzle until the fuel dock was clear. As we approached the docks, the sky opened up and the rain pelted down.

Happily, the attendant ran out from the office, and helped us tie up to the dock (below). He was from Jamaica and wasn’t thrilled with B.V.I, which he found very hot and dry. From a distance, the islands look green, but as you closer, you can see much of the landscape is rocky with drought-tolerant trees and scraggily bushes, sedum, and cactus. Depending on the location, however some parts of B.V.I. are more green than others, owing to them receiving more rain and less afternoon sun. Eftihia at Marina Cay_stormy day

Jamaica, as the attendant at the fuel dock explained, has many springs and the flora is thick and lush. He told of a village where everyone drowned because during the night a spring rose up and submerged the village under many feet of water. The area is now a large lake!

At the far end of the fuel dock was an old fashioned red telephone booth from England. A camera, mounted across from the telephone booth, snaps a picture every fifteen seconds. If you stand in front of the booth, your picture will be captured. Later, you can go onto the Pusser’s Rum site and download your picture. You can also call friends and family on cell phone and have them log onto the site and watch you live.

I stood in front of the booth numerous times while we were on the fuel dock and later that day when we took our dinghy to Marina Cay. The first few images turned out horrible because of the rain and water drops on the camera lens. Here’s the best image of Rich and I. Pusser's Picture

Even though it was early in the day, after getting drenched at the fuel dock, we happily grabbed a mooring ball. Because of the bad weather, the marina was very crowded. After a quick lunch and dry clothes, we took the dinghy to the fuel dock to catch a commuter boat over to the Trellis Bay, on the east side of Tortola.

I’d been delighted with this tourist destination when we visited BVI seven years ago. The day we went, however, the pocked dirt roads and walkways were muddy. And the accumulation of trash, a mangy black kitten, and abandoned and tossed-together buildings overshadowed its charm and artist colony allure.

My attitude of Trellis Bay had been tainted even before we arrived. The commuter boat was actually a small ferry for the workers at the Pusser’s Marina Cay resort – islanders — who like the many natives we’d encountered in the past few days, have a love-hate relationship with tourists. We bring money into their communities and generated jobs, but our standards-of-living and our apparent unlimited dollars (or Euros) for food, drink, and entertainment, probably stings when they’re barely getting by on low-wage medial jobs. Trellis Bay

We tried to strike up a conversation with two of the women who had knife bags. They acknowledged that they were chefs and commented that they’d never leave their knives at work. It was obviously, however, that they weren’t interested in talking with us.

When we got to Trellis Bay, they disembarked and hopped into waiting cars. One man, who appeared to be associated with a diving school, had his own car and we could hear him offering to take another worker to a location on the island. Hitching a ride is a common means of transportation on an island with few cars and expensive gasoline. Man in the water

In spite of the disarray of Trellis Bay, the main attraction, Aragorn’s Studio, had thrived and was now triple in size. It offers everything from fabulous ceramics to woven baskets, wooden carvings, traditional reversible dolls, jewelry, clothing, and purses made from gourds. Many of the pieces would have been welcome in our collections, but Rich reminded me that we already have “so much stuff.”

The artist, Aragorn Dick-Read, makes huge metal structures, which during the full moon he fills with firewood and sets afire. The pieces are quite ornate and scattered around the studio. A large sculpture of a person stands watch over the studio, several feet out in the water (above). Trellis Bay trash

After a short time at Trellis Bay, we head to the dock to wait for the boat back to Marina Cay. It gave me plenty of time to shoot pictures of the accumulation of trash in the area. It’s astonishing that everywhere you turn in BVI there is junk. People dump their stuff everywhere… into fresh water creeks that run along the side of the roads to the beaches, streets, areas under construction (like openings in docks for utilities), under picturesque trees… in the water.

Towards the end of our trip, Rich and I took our dingy to a rugged beach across the water from Tortolla, the main island. Washed on shore was shoes, packaging, clothing, household good… and a medium-sized, white plastic bowl, which happened to complement the set of bowls on our boat.

Trash bin on dock

The water taxi back to Marina Cay was crowded with workers going over to the resort, including a startlingly handsome man of India descent with pierced ears and several metal bangles on his wrist. The mixture of people in BVI now includes people from other nationalities, whose influence is furthering adding to the diversity of the island. Our last night in BVI, we ate at the Drake Point restaurant at the Fort Burt Hotel. I had a tasty curry with mango chutney, and other Indian condiments.

The picture below are some of the seagulls that we would feed every night from the back of our boat. They’re smaller than the seagulls you see in the Pacific Northwest and bright, bright white with jet black heads, and soft blue gray feathers on their wings. They are very beautiful and entertaining. They had no hesitations about riding on our dingy when we were under sail or hovering around us as we ate dinner topside.

Seagulls

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