Today is our last day in the toxic oven formally called the boatyard. After two grueling weeks of sweating it out here in sauna-like cabin temperatures, we’re all glad to be leaving the yard. You see, we had to keep all windows cracked and the door shut so our little Houdini cat wouldn’t turn Chicken Little into a chicken tender. The wind is blocked in the yard so you’re free to enjoy the life-shortening fumes of paint and fiberglass as you bake in the stagnant prison. So days were brutal around the yard and it wasn’t uncommon to find me napping at the beach in the shade on any given day.
There’s a cool surf outfitter on the beach right across from the yard called Island Surf and Sail. The owner Scott, is a great guy and invited us to bbq at his house Tuesday night to celebrate the full moon. He and his wife have a great place with an amazing view of Smugglers Cove. Good times with good food and great people. That was just the warm up for the real party.
After stuffing our gullets, we made a b-line to the legendary full moon party at the Bomba Shack. According to locals, this was one of the smallest turnouts, but it was still the most people we’ve seen in one spot here on Tortola. There was a reggae band that played until a dispute with the management forced them to pull the plug early. We kept the party going with our entertaining friend, Gemma who juggled fire to a mesmerized, tea drinking crowd.
Ty went out for a short kite session today while Kyber finished up work on the windlass.
The people here have been great. Even though we were doing more dreaded boat work, we still managed to have a blast.