Evenings moored in the snug island harbors is an interresting dance of the dinghys. Sailors and passengers pile into the rubber dinghys and go ashore. Some going to replenish on board supplies, others looking for liquid refreshments and maybe a bite to eat.
Out in the mooring field the motorboat Deliverance goes from yacht to yacht selling ice, water, beer, fresh baked goods, and relieving you of your trash (for a fee).
Another local seems to be connecting the dots in his dinghy to collect the $30 mooring fee and supply receipts. One man came to our boat announcing himself as The Traveling Salesman. His ramshackle dinghy was full of "the best quality t-shirts in the BVI's." Although he didn't have a mens medium, we bought a large. He thanked us and bestowed his almost toothless smile on us as he left. His motor was minus a top cover but lettering on the side of the dinghy announced that he was, indeed "The Traveling Salesman."
There are sometimes enterprising locals hawking organic produce, homemade baked goods made with organic ingredients, and silk screened t-shirts designed by a local artist. This last couple said they were living on the beach (literally) in Trellis Bay.
Each island and harbor has its own flavor and charm as well as an ever changing cast of interesting characters that create the intricate siren's song that pulls us back for another visit.
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