Alive, well in the BVI's

Following the consumption of a potentially toxic fish, Brad and I waited patiently for the symptoms to appear. First, we were supposed to have an upset stomach, followed by tingling extremities, weakness, painful muscles and joints, nausea, delirium, temperature reversal, and the worst symptom, death. Hours passed and no symptoms appeared. The next morning, I felt an upset stomach but it was more likely that it was a result of eating half a tube of raw cookie dough for breakfast. Feeling confident in either our superhuman poison fighting abilities or the fish's non-toxicity, we stepped up our consumption and ate substantial fish lunches and dinners for 3 days. Still, no symptoms arose.

Feeling finished with the island of St. John, we decided to move on to the British Virgin Islands just a couple miles away. Unfortunately, Hal and Brad teamed up to clog the bathroom, which on the boat we refer to as "the bathroom". Thankfully, they also teamed up to fix it. This required some swimming under the boat with a coat hanger and the horrible task of disconnecting the tubes. We ended up staying in the anchorage an extra day, postponing the BVIs to another date.

Yesterday, we finally made the trip over, clearing customs in the afternoon and picking up a $25 mooring ball for the night in Soper's hole. We had been told by Scott that we should simply drop anchor in the middle of the mooring field, but we couldn't bring ourselves to do it in 40ft. of water and the harbor already packed so tight. Next up is Jost Van Dyke.