Sunday, October 31, 2010

Back from the dead.



Stace and I emerged from our battle with Dengue Fever with a bad case of cabin fever, so we resolved to spend as much time over the next two weekends outdoors as we possibly could. Luckily, our friends were up for the challenge, as well, and the weather obliged by giving us two perfect weekends.


Feeling like some physical activity, I went for a good 5 mile kayak from the southern edge of the island around Steel Point to the northwestern corner of Tortola to a beach called Long Bay for a rendezvous with Stace and our friends Clint, Michelle, Kate and newly arrived Kathryn and Rich. Along they way, I had ambitions of sneaking up on some tarpon with my fly rod, but I didn't get a chance.

We snorkeled for a bit at the rendezvous point and we had a chance to cast to some bonefish in the unusually calm conditions. All of last year, I caught one bonefish. On this day I would land 4 and guide Clint and Rich to four more hookups. It was an incredible way to shake off the cobwebs of Dengue.

Clint doing the honors.

The next weekend was St. Ursala's Day, so we had 4 days off. I spent one of the days fishing at Cam Bay with some friends and landing 4 more bonefish while spending the entire day walking the flats or cruising around on the boat. That night, we cruised back after dark as the full moon cast it's light upon Sir Francis Drake channel. It was surreal to be flying over the water in the dark, with our only light coming from the full moon and our small running lights.

The next morning, the same Long Bay crew, plus Peter and Laurie boarded a ferry for St. John and the Maho Bay Eco Lodge. That Saturday we snorkeled St. John's pristine waters and checked out some sugar mill plantation ruins. We hiked to Leinster Bay and snorkeled with green sea turtles (got to pet one!) and nurse sharks before making our way to Skinny Legs' Bar for some decent cheeseburgers and an interesting game of horseshoes. Clint, Peter and Rich have never even heard of the game before. Luckily, Peter and I came from behind for the win.
We spent one night in the Eco-lodge, essentially canvas tree houses, surrounded by iguanas and song birds in the trees.




Newbies - Kathryn and Rich

Stace cheesin'

Hard landing coming up!


Turtles and sharks. Great snorkel.

Check how impossibly high Stace got her head off the ground for this one!

The crew + the waitress

Clint and Michelle

Adding to our Dengue paranoia.



Not a bad view from the eco huts.

Making charcoal the old fashioned way.

Clint and Michelle's eco hut. Can't beat it for $15 a night.

View from the eco-lodge.


The ladies.

In the morning, Stace and I disembarked early to meet our friend Chris and his family who were staying in St. John for the week. They rented a boat and were kind enough to invite the two of us along for a day on the water. We've learned that if you are ever invited out on a boat, you must say yes no matter what. It trumps everything.

We got the fifty-cent tour of St. John by our captain and tour guide, who seemed more concerned with showing us Kenny' Chesney's house than taking us where we really wanted to go, which was snorkeling.

We eventually motored to Sandy Spit and spent an hour hanging out on one of our favorite tiny islands. Then, we moved to Sandy Cay, probably the prettiest island here, for a picnic lunch on the deserted beach.



Stace and I were dropped off at the ferry dock on Tortola and made our way home. We kept the weekend alive by going for a sunset walk down the street, as Stace snapped pics and I did some birding.

The greatest boutique in Carrot Bay: Lloyd's

Fishermen sorting their catch.




Banana scale and a nerd.

Primary cool. Yes!

All in all, it was two of the greatest weekends we've spent here, and they happened to be in a row. We appreciated it even more due to the fact that we had both just gotten over serious bouts with Dengue fever, and had spent the previous two weeks cooped up in the house, miserably taking care of each other.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

The ol' grind.

So little time, so much to cover. Here are a smattering of photos from the beginning of our 'fall' season.
The 'opening ceremony' in the new art room with the new grade 6 students. We had a ribbon cutting ceremony and some sparkling apple cider... great way to start a monday morning.
Art room in progress... check out that space!
my little corner

This is what it looked like on the monday we started school... we kept the hope alive.
Our landlord & Matt putting up the hurricane shutters while i nervously paced around the house.

Survival Kit... i was sure we would float away.
60-90 mph winds... can't imagine if the class 3 hurricane would have actual hit us

Our friend's pup, Honey, cuddling up with her friends at Zach's place during the Hurricane.
Putting out the vibe over Carrot Bay.
Clint and Matt catchin' the sea breeze.
Against the wind.
Right outside of our apt. after the lil' storm surge.




Our landlord told us "yeah, you'll be fine staying in your apt during the storm!"
but...waves that cover our road in coral =not convincing me to stay on the flat during a storm...
Bomba Shack is the same old, just no floor... but hey, not big deal...

Pieces of Bomba's heart & soul... washed ashore.


Power on... Power off... We have water... now we don't. Slight lifestyle change.
Soper's Hole Boats gone astray.




Oops.

the storm crushed a couple of banana trees outside of our neighbor's house... and as we suffered the loss of the sweet fruits, a beacon of hope shone brightly through the wreckage. IT WAS A.....

BRICK PIZZA OVEN!
A few weirds posing behind the ugliest chair set anyone would ever think to purchase.
a disco ball and sponge bob... obviously someone has excellent taste.



Taking the oven for a 'test drive' with our pineapple, ham and ash flavored pie.
Just a normal Saturday afternoon, huddling around a burning hot oven, in 90 degree weather, under a disco ball.
Big Al doesn't pose for pictures.



This cat wont leave us alone... due to Adam giving him a little bit of TLC one summer's eve.
grow little mangrove.
Taking a spin up the hill, there's our little neighborhood!
Palm's delight down the street... mmm.. ROTIS & friend plantains.
Just a little sugar right outside of our front door on the way to work.

tiniest lizard in the universe.
lovely sunsets.
stormy sundays.
This island can not handle a little bit of rain....
30 minutes of steady rain creates rivers in all of the wrong places.
poor, poor coral.



Little Sunday yak around Soper's hole and Little Thatch (a privately owned island right off of the West End of Tortola)


Hike.


Good finds.


Attempting to avoid sunburn... and looking mighty creepy while doing it.
love in the buff. (those things are called buffs for those who aren't fishing fanatics)

matt's favorite tree.