Mark went for a jog on Peter Island before we weighed anchor
and headed back to Tortola to return the boat.
This time he brought me my favorite flower of all time: a red hibiscus:
Afterwards, he braved the shark infested waters and retreived Keith's snorkel. Happily no sign of our little friend from the day before.
Then we set off the for our last passage and our permanent shore leave. We made what we thought would be a quick stop back in Road Town Tortola to do the customs shuffle on British Territory. Over an hour and a half later, Kathy returned with a crazed story that can only be described at a fate worse than standing in a DMV line back in America. To put it mildly, no one there was happy about being at work that day and Keith and Kathy got the brunt of it. All we wanted was 6 little stamps in our passport but it would prove to be an arduous task for the two of them to accomplish.
Sunnier skies prevailed back at the boat:
Where the Skillmans busily packed all our possessions into the four small duffel bags we had packed in with us just two weeks before. We washed the remaining dishes, collected the drying clothes, packed up our snorkel gear, and got ready to say goodbye to our little home on the sea.
It didn't take us long and we had a little time to enjoy the remaining moments before Keith and Kathy finished the "Passport Paso-Doble" that they'd been entangled in for the previous hour and a half.
They finally arrived back and we set sail for the little marina that's "Hakuna Matata's" home port. Mark made another impressive parking job as he backed the boat into its little slip and we lashed it one final time to a dock.
Here we are waiting to check out:
"Tropical Separation Anxiety".
As well as the adults accompanying them:
Things will only get worse. This disturbing condition will only deteriorate as we get back to the weather, school, schedules, and the piles of mail awaiting us in our distant time zone.
Luckily, we've got one more day to enjoy at a cute little place on St. Thomas!
With a great view, much to Connor's delight, of Hassel Island:
Which we can even see from our room:
And not a bad view at night:
We acclimated to land with a hearty meal of surf and turf, since we feel tied to both at the moment.
Terra firma ain't feeling so firma at the
moment. The ground still feels like it's rocking pretty good despite
being on land. A classic case of sea legs to go with our "TSA"
symptoms. We consoled ourselves over lobster.
Tomorrows packing day...
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