A few days before our friend Karl arrived in Tortola, we settled ourselves in
On February 6th, Karl joined us on Irie.
It was time to visit a few places, though. After filling our water tank at Marina Cay, we sailed Irie to Fallen Jerusalem, a rocky island south of Virgin Gorda. There, Karl swam to shore, chose a few big rocks and practised his bouldering techniques. The night was spent in
The next morning, we picked up Ed and Emily from Nini and motored to the Baths, the BVI’s number one attraction. By 8 am, we claimed our mooring ball. While eating a tasty breakfast of American pancakes, we watched the mad rush of arriving boats. The remaining mooring balls grew sparser every minute, so everybody wanted to pick one up as quickly as possible. More than once, we saw multiple sailboats race towards the same mooring ball. It was pretty funny. On shore our little group walked the gorgeous trail to Devil’s Bay. We meandered through walls of stone, under massive boulders, in clear water and along white sand beaches. It was the first time the sun was out in all its glory and we thoroughly enjoyed it. Once we made our way back, the whole area was flooded with tourists and boats were –illegally- anchored everywhere. Time to head back. But first, we snorkelled a bit in the aquamarine waters of the park, where colourful fish nibbled on the submerged boulders.
The wind picked up again. Anchoring became more difficult and we decided it was time to find refuge in Gorda Sound, from where we hoped to leave for
As I wrote before, Gorda Sound is nothing special. It is a protected bay and the jump-off point for St. Maarten/St. Martin, the main reason we were there. One day Karl went to shore to do some hiking, while we stayed on the boat, slowly seeing our weather window for the crossing diminish. When, on Friday, it became clear that we couldn’t go to
Once back in Virgin Gorda, Ed and Emily convinced us to spend our last BVI night in