Author: sam

Today we decided to head back to Virgin Gorda to visit the Baths. We walked to Spanish Town first, and it was then that my knee was really inflamed and painful again. But I didn’t let that stop me from climbing on the rocks for a few hours. Ben and I went back on the rock path that we saw the Ghost of the Rock Lady, but there was no ghost. Instead we saw what seems to be evidence of a caveman. We saw recently burnt campfires, conch shells that were smashed open by a large smooth rock, and rather huge caves that seem like a comfy habitat. But anyway, we did that for a few hours, got boiling hot and our feet sore, and went back to the boat for a BBQ. We were planning on going for a night dive on the Rhone, but we were ditched. We later went to the beach which apparently was too good for us. We needed a collared shirt and shoes to be worthy enough to be a customer. Also the stay was expensive too, but at least they had free showers that came with shampoo and conditioner. Hey, at least this place was good for something.

We went scuba diving at this wreck called “the Rhone”. It was especially cool because it actually was a horrific catastrophe and not a controlled demolition. It is rather eerie swimming through something in which many people died in, but it was still really cool. We then did another fish and coral dive, which wasn’t too bad. For the rest of the day we kind of just hung out really.

In the morning we did a scuba dive at two places. The first was a wreck named Fearless, which was really cool. The second was just a coral + many fish underwater swim. I get the same kick out of snorkeling personally, but wrecks are just amazing. We then ate at a Pussers restaurant, and somehow we found ourselves doing karaoke. Yeesh.

We set sail in the morning and decided to go the the caves to do some snorkeling. The caves were cool, one in which would actually lead up onto the beach of an island, but i didnt stay on that for very long. So on the swim back to the boat, i noticed these two MASSIVE barracuda. The bigger, uglier, meaner one was named Bert, and he certainly was scary. But after the time span of about 10 seconds, i noticed it was much more afraid of me then i was afraid of it, so i decided to play with them for abit. A bunch of people who were swimming by got totally wigged out by these barracuda, so John and I decided it would be a little bit of fun to chase the barracuda towards all the other swimmers. That didn’t work because they would keep turning towards the bait-fish, so that plan was ruined. Later went to a bay and ate at a restaurant, followed by the usual night concluding beer quaffing and talking to a boat full of really pretty girls from New York who were on a sailing camp.

Haha. Ok so here’s what happened through my perspective. We decide to dock on this pier where in which we’d get water, ice, and fuel. Everything’s going down, so i’m like “whatever, i’ll go talk to Leah” and such. I go downstairs, talk to Ben and Leah about stuff, next thing i hear is “AHHH!!!! STEEVE!!!”. The probably death shreak of my Mom made me wonder “what the hell?” so i decided to ascend the stairs to see what happened. In my mind i was like “$20 that Mom got sprayed with the hose, hahaha” but no, it was much worse. I peaked my head through the screen door to see what happened, and i came to find that the entire cockpit was green with diesel fuel. The smell was strong and knocked me back, giving me a booster to go tell Leah and Ben what happened. From then on it was just stress. Scrubbing that deck, trying to coordinate everything else as well. Oh my god, it was both tragic and hilarious. Like Dad says, “You learn something new every day” haha. So we then docked at this bay and went to a restaurant where i played a keyboard for the first time in 2 weeks. Ahh, it was nice. It would of been nicer, however, if it was a full 88 keys with a sustain pedal. I couldn’t play anything i wanted to! What a tease. The food was good at least, and at least i got a little bit of my malnutrition of music out of me.