Great Harbor, 
Jost Van Dyke
18.26.559N
64.45102W
Is it possible to suffer from sunburn eyes? Dale seems to think so. I’ve been having some problems lately and Dale suggested using my sunglasses more. We’ll see (no pun intended).
Jost Van Dyke
18.26.559N
64.45102W
Is it possible to suffer from sunburn eyes? Dale seems to think so. I’ve been having some problems lately and Dale suggested using my sunglasses more. We’ll see (no pun intended).
We went snorkeling again this morning; this time with the camera. Of course this time, I didn’t see the turtle or schools of fish. What I did see was a good sized barracuda. It was time to get out anyway.
We dropped our mooring ball after Orpailler and their guests returned from the hike to the sugar mill, then raised our sails and ghosted to Jost van Dyke. We weren’t in any hurry and enjoyed the morning sail.
We arrived in Jost shortly before noon but already the customs office was closed for lunch, so . . . we were forced to have lunch at Foxy’s. Dale saw Foxy approaching while we were waiting and we were able to get a few pictures with him. During lunch we teased Mark & Rose about the movie, “Captain Ron,” being a training film for sailing and that they would be quizzed on the particulars later. They were also introduced to Pain Killers. For some crazy reason, these gin drinkers adapted rather quickly to rum drinks.
Before the afternoon ended up in the bag, our captains took off again for the customs office and checked us into the country. The rest of the crews, remained at Foxy’s and had another round of Pain Killers. With our papers in order, we headed back to our respective boats, dropped the “Q” flag, raised the British flag and hung the hammocks for siesta before dinner.
About 5 o’clock, we were wakened from our naps with the sound of bagpipes playing Amazing Grace in the harbor. It was an incredible sound echoing off the mountains that surround the harbor. Everyone was standing and facing a large catamaran in the center, so we assume someone’s ashes were being cast into the wind.
It was also about this time that a flotilla of Sunsail charter boats entered the harbor and a man in dinghy acting as a guide. One by one he would direct them in, show them where they should drop their anchor, let out the amount of chain he told them to and then hand him their bridle so that he could attach it for them. A private sailboat decided that this was a good time to leave only he didn’t have an engine and was trying to sail out amongst all of the boats coming in. He almost ran into us 3 times trying to get out of the harbor before the guide took pity on him and used his dinghy to push him out to safer water.
By dark, Sunsail boats were packed in here like sardines. I have to admit though, there was just enough room between each, so I take my hat off to their guide. I just wish that he had allowed a tad bit more room between us the catamaran that we found next to us after dinner. Right now the spacing seems fine but as cats swing quicker than monohulls, it could make for up close and personal greetings in the wee hours of the morning in case of miscalculation.
We dropped our mooring ball after Orpailler and their guests returned from the hike to the sugar mill, then raised our sails and ghosted to Jost van Dyke. We weren’t in any hurry and enjoyed the morning sail.
We arrived in Jost shortly before noon but already the customs office was closed for lunch, so . . . we were forced to have lunch at Foxy’s. Dale saw Foxy approaching while we were waiting and we were able to get a few pictures with him. During lunch we teased Mark & Rose about the movie, “Captain Ron,” being a training film for sailing and that they would be quizzed on the particulars later. They were also introduced to Pain Killers. For some crazy reason, these gin drinkers adapted rather quickly to rum drinks.Before the afternoon ended up in the bag, our captains took off again for the customs office and checked us into the country. The rest of the crews, remained at Foxy’s and had another round of Pain Killers. With our papers in order, we headed back to our respective boats, dropped the “Q” flag, raised the British flag and hung the hammocks for siesta before dinner.
About 5 o’clock, we were wakened from our naps with the sound of bagpipes playing Amazing Grace in the harbor. It was an incredible sound echoing off the mountains that surround the harbor. Everyone was standing and facing a large catamaran in the center, so we assume someone’s ashes were being cast into the wind.
It was also about this time that a flotilla of Sunsail charter boats entered the harbor and a man in dinghy acting as a guide. One by one he would direct them in, show them where they should drop their anchor, let out the amount of chain he told them to and then hand him their bridle so that he could attach it for them. A private sailboat decided that this was a good time to leave only he didn’t have an engine and was trying to sail out amongst all of the boats coming in. He almost ran into us 3 times trying to get out of the harbor before the guide took pity on him and used his dinghy to push him out to safer water.
By dark, Sunsail boats were packed in here like sardines. I have to admit though, there was just enough room between each, so I take my hat off to their guide. I just wish that he had allowed a tad bit more room between us the catamaran that we found next to us after dinner. Right now the spacing seems fine but as cats swing quicker than monohulls, it could make for up close and personal greetings in the wee hours of the morning in case of miscalculation.
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