Saturday Night Dinner at Foxy's and the end of the Charter

Saturday 8 February 1997 (continued)

Bob had started to have a problem with double vision - and the masts in the marina at Virgin Gorda had really made him dizzy. There were a lot of masts, and he saw two masts for every one. This was eventually diagnosed as a blood clot back of the retina of one eye and when the blood clot was resorbed his vision returned to normal.

We went to Jost Van Dyke for the Saturday buffet at Foxy's. Foxy's has pennants and notes stapled to the beams and posts

Stuff stapled to Foxy's ceiling

Foxy's

Foxy Callwood is a philosopher, singer, song writer, and entrepreneur who has made Jost Van Dyke (an island only accessible by boat) into a world travel destination. Always barefoot, with a 100 watt smile, he and his English wife Tessa host a party every night. And Saturday it was the time for BBQ. We treated Don and Gwen as they had been cooking for us all week. It was $102 for four + $11.00 drinks.

Don waiting for dinner

Dinner

Bob thought that an eye patch would work to cure his double vision, so Gwen asked around to see if anyone had one. They talked to Foxy's wife and she gave him the eye mask that they gave her when she flew back to England to see her family. (Foxy went with her - barefoot even on the plane)

Gwen with Foxy's daughter

Bob with his eye patch after an evening at Foxy's

Sunday 9 February 1997

Jost Van Dyke beach

We had breakfast on the boat and then went ashore

Dock at Jost

Hammock on Foxy's beach

to shop at Foxy's where I spent $103.

We did the last dive of the charter at Sandy Spit (off Green Cay)
After lunch, we sailed back to St. John

Drake Channel

Captain at the wheel- Bob with his "eyepatch"

Don wanted to know what I had bought so he could report it to Customs. When he was on the radio reporting, I heard someone calling Blythe Spirit on the radio. I knew my first cousin had a boat by that name, so we called them. We made arrangements to meet for lunch the next day

A small island from the charter boat

Francis Bay

We anchored in Francis Bay.

Anchorage

Evening

After dinner, we packed our bags

Monday 10 February 1997

Sunrise

We sailed the short distance from Francis Bay, St. John to Red Hook, St. Thomas,

Sailing to St. Thomas

From Whisper

Tackless II - Don's boat - A CSY Walkover

Leaving Whisper

Gas dock

Dinghy dock

and took the dinghy Shout in to the dock.

Charter captains with me and Bob in Red Hook

We got a taxi to the marina where my cousin Mariby and her husband Skip were staying. They told us that they had started out from Norfolk and ran into a storm which had broken their steering. So they put in to Bermuda. It was Italian made steering and they had to order it from Italy. They left Bermuda but the engine was using enormous amounts of oil so they shut it off and were proceeding under sail. Unfortunately the folks in Bermuda had installed the steering rods backward, so they broke. They sailed, using the auxiliary controls (which involves steering from inside the aft cabin without being able to see the sails, all the way down to the Virgin Island at which time they got a tow to the marina. They were waiting here to get another set of steering rods from Italy. We visited their boat,

My cousin on Blythe Spirit - her boat

and had lunch with them

My first cousin and her husband

After lunch, we got a taxi to the airport,

From the taxi on the way to the airport

and flew back home.

Airport in St. Thomas - waiting to leave

Another plane landing as we wait to take off

Lifting off