Time compression on our journey to Tortola which is a good thing. With zero slack in the changing of flights and transfer conveyances, taxi, ferry, marina shuttle we were always on the move. Spencer hadn’t eaten a single meal the entire day except for a bite of rejected toast at 0545. I guess this is a good strategy to ward off the jet lag. Jeff, Spencer, and I are on an cruise adventure which should prove to be a life long memory after a week roughing it island hoppingWe enjoyed a fine dinner meal ( and a bottle of Jamaican beer) on Wickhams Cay Marina eventually. This after attending to provisioning of our 37 foot Beneteau and the fitting for Scuba gear. We listened intently to the ‘chart orientation’ — attendance mandatory. This was a fire hose of local knowledge about local rules and customs moorings and shallow reefs and rocks to avoid.

With tummies full and little remaining but the dinner check to settle, a heavy rain downpour began. This seemed to me an opportune moment to leave Spencer with the bill whilst I hoofed it over to our yacht to dog the hatches. Got a little soaked in the process but it’s hard to discern between sweat, humidity, or rain. The boat was okay — a puddle from the open vent window on the galley stove required a mop up but our bunks were dry luckily.

We begin our adventure in Road Town with a stay onboard our vessel LILIA tonight. The marina is quiet in the evening hours where we have full facilities available. The shore-power connection allows us to charge the cold plate in the icebox and run the cabin fans which keep the warm moist air circulating. Sleeping on top of the sheets tonight.