Having cleared Customs and found moorage, the next two most important items: showers and drinks! Sherry knew of a small marina--not to be named in this blog--near the town where the showers were usually unlocked and unguarded. And so they were. Fully clean, we then headed for the White Horse Bar and Grill. Oh, in penance for stealing a shower, I did leave an unopened bar of Irish Spring as a payment offering. So don't give me any crap. Heh.
After some hot wings and Coronas, we went exploring. I stupidly left my cameraphone on the boat, since there was no T-Mobile service in Bermuda. But we met up with some interesting British characters on a racing yacht, the Vision 46 Nasty Medicine, a hypersonic-missile-looking sloop made entirely of carbon fiber, and crewed by 10 people, some of whom were also apparently made of carbon fiber. 10! On a boat half the volume of ours. Anyway, we had a few drinks with Steven the owner, Dick the captain, Tim the crew guy, and Leah the ship's dog, who regaled us with stories of tropical storms in the boat--which weighs about as much as a Starbucks coffee cup--and culinary tales of pot noodles. Not what you think; it's British for Ramen.
Brawl With the Locals!
Not. But it could've been. Back at the White Horse, closing time. Jerry and I are in reasonably responsible condition. Sherry, not so much. She decided it would be fun to ring the big ship's bell over the bar. She reached for it... Jerry and I both dropped into Matrix slow-motion... "Nooooooooooo....!" She rang the bell. Which of course means, "Buy a round for the bar." Jerry and I turned around to count heads. Seven. Long story short, he and I convinced the bartender that she'd bumped it accidentally. And skedaddled.
Leaving Bermuda!
23 hours after arriving, we went back to sea.
Outside the markers, we saw a beautiful barque heading into Bermuda, the school ship Europa:
Second leg of the journey has begun, Bermuda to Sag Harbor, Long Island NY.
To be continued!
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