N learned something about himself on day 2 of a weeklong sail. He gets seasick.
So yesterday wasn’t just a hangover, or if it was, it was an epic one that crossed the boundaries of a single day. This morning, after a whole day of rest, he tried a little breakfast, and immediately threw it up. I found the Dramamine and that seemed to help.
We all dingied to shore for our SCUBA adventure. There were 8 of us, and we believed we had 5 spots. N decided to sit out because of his delicate condition. All three of us girls were offering to sit out too, and basically fighting over who wouldn’t. I was offering for the sake of keeping N company while he snorkeled. Plus the Captain’s Wife seemed a little interested, though trepidatious, and the Late Addition said she wanted to, though I feared she was being pressured. In the end, neither of them did it, and I got to take one of the spots.
When you SCUBA without certification, you go through a very standardized training. Having done it just a month before, everything was easier for me to understand this time around. We did the practical dive at the beach, not a pool, and I found it easier anyway.
We had a boat ride from Cooper Island out to neighboring Salt Island. We believed we were going to a shipwreck, but it was actually just a reef. JUST a reef. I actually loved it. It was less colorful than the Great Barrier Reef, to be sure, but a protected sea compared to the open ocean was just so much more relaxing. In Australia, I was being pulled around by the current and our guide. Here, I was in control. And it wasn’t me this time who panicked as we got ready to descend, it was some other guy. And he actually quit, where I had just longed to.
After SCUBA I was truly exhilarated. I wanted to celebrate. Everyone else wanted to sleep. I tried to work out on the boat discreetly, but learned that’s impossible. Eventually, everyone was ready to go drink. It’s St. Patrick’s Day, after all!
We enjoyed a couple 2-4-1 beers at the solar-powered Cooper Island Brewery, and then a sit-down dinner at the resort’s restaurant. Fancier than I was looking for by a lot, but gave me a chance to sample the local Anegada Lobster, that is unique to BVI. As a West Coast native, I actually haven’t eaten tons of lobster before, and secretly prefer Dungeness crab... by a lot. But as always with seafood, whatever they catch local is a good bet, and I did devour this.
