VG Part 2 - Not the whole world, just some of it.
Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 12:56 am
Yesterday when I got home from work, I had prizes waiting for me on the doorstep. Honey hates it when I ask "what's my prize?" So he was pretty stoked when a spicy box of sunshine from the place that holds my heart arrived that was already bought and paid for, I guess it's good for me that he didn't realize that he is the one that bought it while waiting for me at the ferry dock four days ago. Thank you Ruth & Ron!
This morning my eyeballs popped open at the crack of dawn to realize that the only mosquito in the room that evaded the clapper the night before took advantage of the situation and had a feast of butt cheek breakfast. Nice. On a bright note though, my new black ruffle bikini is freaking adorable so I soon forgot all about having to man scratch!
On the way out the door, Critter Boy is already on the hunt for anything that crawls, slithers, creeps or scampers. I swear the kid spent more time with his head in the bush and his butt in the air than doing anything else except snorkeling, but then again he was scouting for critters underwater too! Think Swiss Family Robinson. "Come e're little fella, I wouldn't hurt you." Yep that's my kid, except for the fact that he looks like a surfer bum. So after everyone finally peels their selves out of bed, the hair goes into a funky bun (that would be half bun half pony tail for those of you not in the know) and we are out the door and into a taxi headed for the 8:45 ferry to Virgin Gorda. I totally know what I am doing cause well, I'm an OCD planner girl and I'm sitting there with a big head thinking my peeps are damn lucky they have me to guide them!
Around 8:35 and no sign of the ferry, I casually decide to ask the peeps next to me if they are headed to VG just for the day as they have no luggage with them. "Oh we're headed to STJ for the day." I start biting my lip as a little bug inside my head says to call the ferry. The lady on the other end of the phone call says the ferry should be there already and asks me where I am. I reply that we are at the Charlotte Amalie ferry dock waiting for the 8:45 Tuesday morning direct ferry to VG. "You're at the wrong dock." Sh*t! With those 5 little words, I quickly realized I didn't know sh*t from apple butter. "You need to be at the Marina terminal. The ferry leaves any minute now." Ok, so the lady is a potty mouth and her head is whipping out the F bomb again. Totally panicked I blurt "WHERE IS THE MARINA TERMINAL?!" She tells me if I look to my right facing the water, it's about 5 lights/blocks down and "You will need to hurry, I can call but I don't know if they will wait for you." So I am sure you all know the drill by now; it's Lion King part 2 as the pride takes off at warp speed down the tundra with the rolling suitcases, backpacks and tote bags slamming our spines with every pound of the pavement. I can see the ferry if I squint. It's there, so close, yet so, so, so, so freaking far away! Gawd, it feels like 5 miles not 5 blocks and I'm praying to the ferry gods to please not let this fiasco be for naught. We come to a screeching halt at the counter and I blurt "good morning, we're in time for the ferry right?" And this is the annoying part, by the time he got around to actually acknowledging me, checking our passports and just generally twittling his thumbs and fricking around, I could have crawled on my hands and knees to the ferry dock TWICE and still made it! On the bright side though, we did supply the locals with some comical amusement and I was able to throw in some more cardio today so hey, score one for the potty mouth girl!
Note to self for future reference: It's not the Charlotte Amalie ferry dock, it's the marina terminal IN Chalotte Amalie.
We boarded hoopy ferry (woo-hoo!) and not long after departure, my peeps passed out from too much exertion (the wimps), my only traveling companions being all the mail and packages. $130 (one way) and approximately an hour and 40 minutes later, we made it to our final destination for the next 5 nights. It feels sooo good. I mean I think we deserve the congressional medal of honor after all the BS, right? We check in with a surly customs agent which wasn't too painful and made our way out of the building wondering what sort of debacle is headed our way next. To our very pleasant surprise, a very nice girl in a Mahogany shirt asks "Mr. Honey?" "right this way and I will show you to your vehicle." We walk around the corner, she whips a contract out on the hood, Honey signs, she hands us the keys and a map directing us to Guavaberry and we are on our way to our home away from home.
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My heart was happy as we drove about 5 minutes straight to the GB office. The roads are very straightforward and there is really no way one can get lost here cause believe me, if you could, we would. Well, Honey would anyway. The man loses all sense of direction in the islands BIG. Is that a man thing cause I was totally cool with where I was going (when I knew where I was going). During our road tripping, I casually mentioned this in passing a few times and the a$$ formerly known as Honey would snap at me saying "you drive then, something about the blah, blah ferry blah." Whenever this happened, we knew it was time for booze to take us back to our feel good. Arriving at Guavaberry, Michelle orientated (is that a word?) us showing us the commissary, rec room, phones, games, gear and how everything worked on the honor system. Just jot down your name and cottage for anything and that's that. They add it to your bill at checkout. I already love this place. I love it!!! She then had us follow her in the car to our two bedroom cottage Alamander. After we arrived, she let us in, showed us what we needed to know then left. Soca and Pearl (GB's dogs) came up to welcome us with loves then had a go in our foot bath. Critter Boy was in his element. Instant friends! Guavaberry is in an awesome location and the cottages were lovely. Spotless, well maintained, and had tons of character which we love. It just worked so well for us. I have never read a bad review about this place and I can see now why I probably won't.
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So we are starving by this point and despite the cares starting to melt away, some slight snarkyness (downright bit*hyness coming from Drama Girl's direction) remains from lack of nourishment. I'm all about getting my grub on and getting us 3 legals (especially Drama Girl) a cup of feel good so we head where else? To the Top of the Baths baby! I am enchanted. It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Pool Boy spied the pool and the kid was gone before we even sat down. This ended up being my favorite spot to have a meal during the entire vacation. What a way to start things off with a bang! We had the Meat Loaf special with Parmesan Mash Potatoes and vegis, Fish & Chips and a Cheeseburger with Fries for the youngin. Washed it all down with our first Painkillas in FOREVER! We just lingered over our meal and every so often the fruity smell of love would blow past us. Still can't figure out what that was but I'd love to smell me some of that right about now! Drama Girl's Painkiller had kicked in and like magic, she's a little ray of sunshine getting her flirt on with one of the waiters. She says he's total eye candy and he say's "I hope you come back." She works fast I tell ya. He was really sweet and cute!
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After lunch well ya just gotta trek down to the Baths right? And lucky for us, we're living in our suits for the next two weeks so we're prepared at a second's notice. We are walking down from the top and I notice a really cool Monkey No Climb Tree I didn't see last time. I like these, their cool. We made it to Devil's Bay trail, stripped off the cover-ups and started through the boulders. Everyone needs to do this at least once. It's beautiful, awe inspiring and well just totally cool! I am in seventh heaven as I arrive at Devils Bay and dive toes first into my first sand pedicure in two years! My alligator skin has magically vanished and I don't have to wear no freaking makeup! I love au natural. Life is GOOD! I figure after all the pottymouthing, Honey's butting, and Drama Girl's bit*hing going on over the last 30 hours, we were all desperately in need of a beach baptism and indulged without any further delay. The little angel Nick came along for the thrill of it. While dipping our sins away, we met a really fun group on a cat charter from don't mess with Texas and chatted it up for a while with all of them. They gave us one of their custom made coolies. They were parrot heads and we were all living it up and loving every minute.
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On the way up and out of the Baths, it felt like Honey was playing peek-a-boo with my bikini bottom and told him to stop (in so many naughty words). He says he is trying to fix a wardrobe malfunction. Yeah right, like I believe that lie I told him. He replied with a very naughty sentiment about my anatomy better left for behind closed doors. I told him to "just announce it to the whole world." And unfortunately for me, a couple trying unsuccessfully to control their laughter pops around the corner and passes us saying "not the whole world, just some of it." It would be totally indecent for me to give you particulars so I guess it was one of those you just had to be there moments but hope like hell you never are. Just pry up a granite boulder please and let me crawl under it. Freaking nasty boys!
After our trek through the Bath's we thought we'd better head to the grocery for some water and other necessities. We found Rosie's just fine, stocked up then headed back to Guavaberry where we did some serious chillaxin out on the deck. A couple hours later, we cleaned up and head up to the Mine Shaft for dinner where it's AYCE Rib Night. Honey had the AYCE, I had the Roti which was mouthwatering, Drama Girl had the Chicken Caesar that was one of the best I've ever tasted and Nick had Hot Wings. We washed it down with a couple Cave Ins that lit up the night and sat there at the table reading How to Shower in the Drinking Man's Guide to the BVI. OMG that's hilarious. So, so true too! We could not stop laughing. Those Cave Ins, oh man. We were completely caved!
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After detoxicating for a while, we head back to the cottage where Michelle had informed us that one of the Night Blooming Cirus plants was going to bloom tonight. Camera in hand, we went out to snap some shots. They are gorgeous! What a treat!!! Back at the tree cottage we play a game of scrabble then sleep like there is no tomorrow on those heavenly beds!
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Day 2 = Freaking fun times
Next Up - The Crush...and it ain't Drama Girl!
This morning my eyeballs popped open at the crack of dawn to realize that the only mosquito in the room that evaded the clapper the night before took advantage of the situation and had a feast of butt cheek breakfast. Nice. On a bright note though, my new black ruffle bikini is freaking adorable so I soon forgot all about having to man scratch!
On the way out the door, Critter Boy is already on the hunt for anything that crawls, slithers, creeps or scampers. I swear the kid spent more time with his head in the bush and his butt in the air than doing anything else except snorkeling, but then again he was scouting for critters underwater too! Think Swiss Family Robinson. "Come e're little fella, I wouldn't hurt you." Yep that's my kid, except for the fact that he looks like a surfer bum. So after everyone finally peels their selves out of bed, the hair goes into a funky bun (that would be half bun half pony tail for those of you not in the know) and we are out the door and into a taxi headed for the 8:45 ferry to Virgin Gorda. I totally know what I am doing cause well, I'm an OCD planner girl and I'm sitting there with a big head thinking my peeps are damn lucky they have me to guide them!
Around 8:35 and no sign of the ferry, I casually decide to ask the peeps next to me if they are headed to VG just for the day as they have no luggage with them. "Oh we're headed to STJ for the day." I start biting my lip as a little bug inside my head says to call the ferry. The lady on the other end of the phone call says the ferry should be there already and asks me where I am. I reply that we are at the Charlotte Amalie ferry dock waiting for the 8:45 Tuesday morning direct ferry to VG. "You're at the wrong dock." Sh*t! With those 5 little words, I quickly realized I didn't know sh*t from apple butter. "You need to be at the Marina terminal. The ferry leaves any minute now." Ok, so the lady is a potty mouth and her head is whipping out the F bomb again. Totally panicked I blurt "WHERE IS THE MARINA TERMINAL?!" She tells me if I look to my right facing the water, it's about 5 lights/blocks down and "You will need to hurry, I can call but I don't know if they will wait for you." So I am sure you all know the drill by now; it's Lion King part 2 as the pride takes off at warp speed down the tundra with the rolling suitcases, backpacks and tote bags slamming our spines with every pound of the pavement. I can see the ferry if I squint. It's there, so close, yet so, so, so, so freaking far away! Gawd, it feels like 5 miles not 5 blocks and I'm praying to the ferry gods to please not let this fiasco be for naught. We come to a screeching halt at the counter and I blurt "good morning, we're in time for the ferry right?" And this is the annoying part, by the time he got around to actually acknowledging me, checking our passports and just generally twittling his thumbs and fricking around, I could have crawled on my hands and knees to the ferry dock TWICE and still made it! On the bright side though, we did supply the locals with some comical amusement and I was able to throw in some more cardio today so hey, score one for the potty mouth girl!
Note to self for future reference: It's not the Charlotte Amalie ferry dock, it's the marina terminal IN Chalotte Amalie.
We boarded hoopy ferry (woo-hoo!) and not long after departure, my peeps passed out from too much exertion (the wimps), my only traveling companions being all the mail and packages. $130 (one way) and approximately an hour and 40 minutes later, we made it to our final destination for the next 5 nights. It feels sooo good. I mean I think we deserve the congressional medal of honor after all the BS, right? We check in with a surly customs agent which wasn't too painful and made our way out of the building wondering what sort of debacle is headed our way next. To our very pleasant surprise, a very nice girl in a Mahogany shirt asks "Mr. Honey?" "right this way and I will show you to your vehicle." We walk around the corner, she whips a contract out on the hood, Honey signs, she hands us the keys and a map directing us to Guavaberry and we are on our way to our home away from home.
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My heart was happy as we drove about 5 minutes straight to the GB office. The roads are very straightforward and there is really no way one can get lost here cause believe me, if you could, we would. Well, Honey would anyway. The man loses all sense of direction in the islands BIG. Is that a man thing cause I was totally cool with where I was going (when I knew where I was going). During our road tripping, I casually mentioned this in passing a few times and the a$$ formerly known as Honey would snap at me saying "you drive then, something about the blah, blah ferry blah." Whenever this happened, we knew it was time for booze to take us back to our feel good. Arriving at Guavaberry, Michelle orientated (is that a word?) us showing us the commissary, rec room, phones, games, gear and how everything worked on the honor system. Just jot down your name and cottage for anything and that's that. They add it to your bill at checkout. I already love this place. I love it!!! She then had us follow her in the car to our two bedroom cottage Alamander. After we arrived, she let us in, showed us what we needed to know then left. Soca and Pearl (GB's dogs) came up to welcome us with loves then had a go in our foot bath. Critter Boy was in his element. Instant friends! Guavaberry is in an awesome location and the cottages were lovely. Spotless, well maintained, and had tons of character which we love. It just worked so well for us. I have never read a bad review about this place and I can see now why I probably won't.
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So we are starving by this point and despite the cares starting to melt away, some slight snarkyness (downright bit*hyness coming from Drama Girl's direction) remains from lack of nourishment. I'm all about getting my grub on and getting us 3 legals (especially Drama Girl) a cup of feel good so we head where else? To the Top of the Baths baby! I am enchanted. It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Pool Boy spied the pool and the kid was gone before we even sat down. This ended up being my favorite spot to have a meal during the entire vacation. What a way to start things off with a bang! We had the Meat Loaf special with Parmesan Mash Potatoes and vegis, Fish & Chips and a Cheeseburger with Fries for the youngin. Washed it all down with our first Painkillas in FOREVER! We just lingered over our meal and every so often the fruity smell of love would blow past us. Still can't figure out what that was but I'd love to smell me some of that right about now! Drama Girl's Painkiller had kicked in and like magic, she's a little ray of sunshine getting her flirt on with one of the waiters. She says he's total eye candy and he say's "I hope you come back." She works fast I tell ya. He was really sweet and cute!
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After lunch well ya just gotta trek down to the Baths right? And lucky for us, we're living in our suits for the next two weeks so we're prepared at a second's notice. We are walking down from the top and I notice a really cool Monkey No Climb Tree I didn't see last time. I like these, their cool. We made it to Devil's Bay trail, stripped off the cover-ups and started through the boulders. Everyone needs to do this at least once. It's beautiful, awe inspiring and well just totally cool! I am in seventh heaven as I arrive at Devils Bay and dive toes first into my first sand pedicure in two years! My alligator skin has magically vanished and I don't have to wear no freaking makeup! I love au natural. Life is GOOD! I figure after all the pottymouthing, Honey's butting, and Drama Girl's bit*hing going on over the last 30 hours, we were all desperately in need of a beach baptism and indulged without any further delay. The little angel Nick came along for the thrill of it. While dipping our sins away, we met a really fun group on a cat charter from don't mess with Texas and chatted it up for a while with all of them. They gave us one of their custom made coolies. They were parrot heads and we were all living it up and loving every minute.
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On the way up and out of the Baths, it felt like Honey was playing peek-a-boo with my bikini bottom and told him to stop (in so many naughty words). He says he is trying to fix a wardrobe malfunction. Yeah right, like I believe that lie I told him. He replied with a very naughty sentiment about my anatomy better left for behind closed doors. I told him to "just announce it to the whole world." And unfortunately for me, a couple trying unsuccessfully to control their laughter pops around the corner and passes us saying "not the whole world, just some of it." It would be totally indecent for me to give you particulars so I guess it was one of those you just had to be there moments but hope like hell you never are. Just pry up a granite boulder please and let me crawl under it. Freaking nasty boys!
After our trek through the Bath's we thought we'd better head to the grocery for some water and other necessities. We found Rosie's just fine, stocked up then headed back to Guavaberry where we did some serious chillaxin out on the deck. A couple hours later, we cleaned up and head up to the Mine Shaft for dinner where it's AYCE Rib Night. Honey had the AYCE, I had the Roti which was mouthwatering, Drama Girl had the Chicken Caesar that was one of the best I've ever tasted and Nick had Hot Wings. We washed it down with a couple Cave Ins that lit up the night and sat there at the table reading How to Shower in the Drinking Man's Guide to the BVI. OMG that's hilarious. So, so true too! We could not stop laughing. Those Cave Ins, oh man. We were completely caved!
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After detoxicating for a while, we head back to the cottage where Michelle had informed us that one of the Night Blooming Cirus plants was going to bloom tonight. Camera in hand, we went out to snap some shots. They are gorgeous! What a treat!!! Back at the tree cottage we play a game of scrabble then sleep like there is no tomorrow on those heavenly beds!
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Day 2 = Freaking fun times
Next Up - The Crush...and it ain't Drama Girl!
