Finally released at the end of the day

The marina is very well protected which means not much wind gets in and it gets baking hot. We heard whoops of joy at 11 when the enormous catamaran with S Africans got their final release (they were the poor people who got off the ferry in the last group). Rowan got his shortly afterwards and we thought we may be the next whoop of joy. But no such like. After a while Rowan went and did a shop at the supermarket. Mid afternoon we made a few phone calls with no joy. This was very frustrating as we had been told it was usually 24 hours and max 48. We were getting close to the max. We are only in the BVI for a week now we’ve sold the boat and need to be back in Martinique by the 25th. At 4:20 pm Rowan called the health department as we had heard they close for the day at 4:30. It finally did the trick and we got my release.

It was then a mad dash to get a taxi into town, to get to a police station to return our monitoring phones and get our wristbands removed. Then to get a local SIM card so that we can get some decent signal to do my blog! Plus we needed to get cash from an atm. All went well except we had to try a number of atms before we found one that worked.

Some locally designed boats being made by locals at Nanny Cay.

Rowan was itching to get going before dark, so that we didn’t have another night in the marina. We headed straight out across the waters to Norman island. Took us about an hour to get there. We managed to pick up a mooring ball with the last of the daylight.

Leaving Nanny Cay

Incredible coast line along the way.

The place is famous for a pub called Willy T’s, the original old boat was called the William Thompson. It has a reputation for wild parties. It did not disappoint, we docked Jeldi Jeldi and headed to the bar, there was a topless woman getting her reward of a free drink. Loads of men all wanting photos with her! Upstairs I found a table for us to sit at, there were at least 20 people there mainly quite a bit younger than us. Except for this slurring drunk American who came over to tell me he works on Wall Street in Compliance making loads of money to be able to celebrate like this. He was a bit confused when I commiserated with him and said it sounded awful! Sadly it didn’t shut him up. He was very proud of his future wife, number 2, who had just jumped in naked. She then persuaded him to go in naked with her and they asked Rowan to be photographer, neither a very pretty sight and felt rather sorry for the step children!

Willy T’s, famous party boat in the BVI, set in a beautifully wild bay.

Disapproving oldies on the left!

What was amazing was the huge fish swimming around, eating left overs that were being thrown over. Called Tarpon, they looked like sharks they were so big.

A local taxi service into town.

We had a reasonable meal, just a single Scottish guy cooking and an English guy serving at the bar, who were both very pleasant. Not sure how they cope with it day after day, but assume they’ve just got used to it. All the guests were American, in all sorts of shapes, sizes, skimpy clothing and stooped old age!

Wonderful to go to sleep with the breeze blowing through the boat.