On Thursday, we enjoyed a fun day on the east end of Jost Van Dyke. After breakfast the next morning, we released the mooring lines and journeyed three short miles to the west end of the island, picking up a mooring on the east end of White Bay. White Bay owes its name to the beautiful white sand beaches which line the shore. There are also a number of bars and restaurants, the most notable of which is The Soggy Dollar Bar. The place is famous for being the location where the Pain Killer was invented, a tropical concoction consisting of dark rum, cream of coconut, pineapple juice, and coconut juice. I am able to attest to its deliciousness. The place apparently got its name from all the soggy dollars which were provided as payment for food and drink. There is no dock on White Bay. The only way to shore is to swim in! (Or, ground your dinghy on the beach.)
Shortly after securing our vessel to the mooring, we dinghied into the Soggy Dollar Bar for lunch and to enjoy the drink which was invented here. Neither lunch nor the drink disappointed. Later in the afternoon, we took Dalí to the beach on the east end of the bay. We grounded her in front of Ivan’s Stress Free Bar and played and snorkeled in the water. The water in the anchorage was remarkably clear and turquoise in color. We could watch turtles crawl across the bottom twelve feet beneath our boat. They would come up for air periodically, offering us brief moments to attempt snapshots. There were also quite a few fish, small and not so small, playing in the water beneath the boat.
On Saturday we took a taxi over to the next harbour, known as Great Harbour, where we dispensed with the formalities of clearing out of the British Virgin Islands. The process was painless, perhaps aided by Tracy’s liberal tip that she gave the waiter at Foxy’s Taboo a couple of days previous. Our customs official was also our waiter that day! He mentioned how generous Tracy was and cleared us out of the country with a smile. While in Great Harbour, we walked a couple of hundred feet past the customs and immigration office to another famous island bar called Foxy’s (not to be confused with Foxy’s Taboo, which is, in fact, owned by the same person). This is an iconic beach bar begun in the 70s after Foxy wanted to provide a place for the church goers to celebrate with a drink after going to church to thank God for the harvest. Foxy, himself, often sits near the entrance playing his guitar, singing, and telling jokes. We were happy he was there when we visited. Sir Foxy has even been knighted by the Queen for his contributions to public life in the British Virgin Islands.
After relaxing at Foxy’s, we returned to Beatitude and played in the water for a little while in the evening. The next day, we would be returning to St. Thomas, the last destination in our short BVI cruise with Julie and Tracy. They would sadly be leaving us on Monday.