Woke up to find the island being pumped with fuel. The tanker parks off the island and they drag a hose a shore to pump it up. Happened last time we were here too, that means where we anchor, we have to dingy around the back of the fuel truck, and around the hose to get to shore which adds about 10mins to the dingy ride. The loud blasts of the air horn as others who don’t notice try to dingy straight to the dock are a quick reminder that you probably aren’t sleeping in this morning.

Dropped Christine and Kimberly off at the dock early to explore the shops, as its also a crew members birthday today. (er Yesterday,as I write this). And back around the hose to get the boys and do some swimming. Came back and futzed with the dingy arm and again decided its more work than I want to tackle when we need a working dingy to get us to and from shore and a limp wrist is something we can deal with.

The freezer finally gave up again, the ice was water, the chicken a soggy mush, need to make a trash run, don’t want all that smelly stuff onboard. I looked through the documentation, the E1 that we were seeing is possibly a short somewhere. Off it is, that means no more jello shots.

Finally got the boys motivated and setup the generator, to make some electricity and water while we are away. So that we don’t have to listen to the wonderful sounds of electricity being made, poor boats behind us, they are stuck with the noise. No sooner than everything is set and we are loading up in the dingy, all devices charging, all hatches closed, girls spotted on shore walking to the meeting spot. The sky opens up, and lets the water come down. Not a sprinkle, a down pour, scrambling back aboard, setup the water capturing, and hid from the rain for 20 mins while it passes. So we were forced to listen to the generator for a bit. Its all good.

Change of plans, lunch/snack at Basils and of course a cold beer or two. Christine and Kimberly got to talking to some locals that sat at the table next to us and managed to get an offer for a personal tour of the island. As it turns out, Richard and Valerie run Mustique Tennis on the island and have lived there for close to 14 years. We took them up on that, Wayne took the boys swimming, I went back to check on the boat – quickly cleaned out the starboard fore peak, back over to the beach where the boys were swimming and a short while later tour by mule was complete. We’ll look up our local guides from the tennis center next time we are here for a more in depth tour in the ‘off season’ where presumably we’ll be allowed to explore again and certainly owe them dinner and drinks for the extreme generosity!

After swimming we returned to the boat and found the generator had run out of gas, which was planned, the watermaker was still running. We had a full house of electricity, and both water tanks were 1/2 full, that should last for a while.

Both Firefly and Cottonhouse, the other 2 restaraunts on island were booked for dinner, so we made reservations for appetizers and drinks around 5pm @ Firefly. An awesome place that overlooks the bay where the boats are anchored and lovely staff to take care of you. Not an inexpensive place, I think our pizza’s and appetizers could have bought coach ticket to mexico.

Back to the boat to celebrate a birthday, Christine whipped up an anglefood cake and frosted it with cool whip. Complete with candles and presents, the way every birthday should be.

Lovely relaxing day.

This place is wonderful, but I don’t recall it being so rolly and holy. They have instituted new rules that limit us ‘common folk’ only access to the nice beaches near the anchorage. When the harbor master came up for mooring fees, he handed us a pamphlet that explained the newly instituted rules for high season when the ‘royals’ are on island. It seems some yachtie or paparazzi type has ruined it for the masses. Oh well, it was already getting late when they came by to explain that to us, so we opted to stay anyway.

Did I say it was rolly? We rocked and rolled all night long, could have hear Mick Jagger singing from Basil’s or not, it definitely started rocking around midnight, well after sailors midnight.