The Harbor of Sail Boats
Tortola, British Virgin Islands
Tortola has everything that you expect from a Caribbean Island. The water is crystal clear turquoise. Beaches and lush forests stretch along the coast. Mountains jut abruptly from the shore. The green of the island floats atop the sea.
Stepping off of your ship, Tortola again delivers what you want from a Caribbean island. Your ears are treated to talented street musicians playing tropical tunes. The smell from the spice shops and of roasting meat lingers enticingly in the air. Warm and friendly locals smile as you pass. A chicken darts across the street.
What struck me about Tortola, though, were the sail boats. In all Caribbean ports, sail boats dot the water. In Tortola, the sheer volume surprised and delighted me. Masts with white sails filled docks and bobbed on the glimmering aqua.
Someday, I hope to man a sail boat and live out Jimmy Buffet’s lyrics,
“Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
It’s a son of a gun of a chorus”
Until then, I will enjoy each cruise port of call and watch from the deck as the wind lifts sails in the harbor. At home, I will remember Tortola and look forward to going back.