I mentioned earlier that we were last in the BVI thirty years ago when we chartered a boat with friends. That particular year marked a milestone for Joy, one of those notable birthdays, one which we celebrated at the Bitter End Yacht Club. So it was only natural that we would wander ashore to enjoy lunch in the same spot thirty years later. The resort has changed just a bit in those years, but in spite of its current yuppity clientele, the staff still has a happy go lucky, smiling attitude, perhaps even more so now, then all those years ago. You can’t help but notice that Joy is making sure the Pina Colada is up to snuff. After all, certain things are vitally important.
More often than not, we make an effort to choose a time that allows us to enjoy a late lunch – early dinner sort of meal, and that choice gives us first rate service at affordable prices. Usually the restaurants are less crowded and the staff less harried, so we’re able to chat up the staff a bit and have a really good time. We can ask questions about the islands, the facility, or whatever strikes us, knowing the person talking with us can take the time to get to know a little about us and us about them.
I asked our hostess what she could tell us about the docks because I’d noticed only the dinghy dock was usable, nothing more. She said that Hurricane Earl had utterly destroyed the marina and the docks, and while they’d hoped the new docks would be ready for this season, construction was going much more slowly than anticipated. Only the ferry dock was usable. A small knot began twisting in my stomach as I thought about a nasty ole hurricane destroying not only the Bitter End Yacht Club, but also Biras Creek Marina, just around the corner.
By the time we finished lunch the restaurant was all but deserted, just the staff and us remaining. Both Joy and I were savoring the moment as time was passing much too quickly now. I suspect that as we stood to leave the restaurant we both were having the same sort of thoughts; we might never see this place again in our lifetime, so we better enjoy every minute of our visit.
We took an easy stroll down the waterfront stopping at some of the pricey shops along the way. Joy was looking for a couple things, and I was sure if she took her time she would find whatever she needed. Besides, hanging out in the air-conditioned shops wasn’t all bad as this day was the hottest we’d seen thus far. With no breeze, it was sweltering. As far as I was concerned, she could wander to her heart’s content. Summer had definitely arrived.
Once the afternoon breeze filled in, we climbed back into the dinghy, then slowly putted back to Ocean Angel, taking in all the sights along the way. While the window dressings might have changed, the islands remain as beautiful as they were thirty years ago.