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Virgin Gorda

I haven't looked it up, but my guess is the name of this British Virgin Island means "Fat Virgin" in Spanish. We docked out a ways (it was clearly pretty shallow near the island) and had a pretty long tender ride in the island, where we arrived at a yacht marina. There were many boats from all over (I saw ones from as far away as New Jersey and even California).

Once on the island, there wasn't a great deal right at the dock - unlike many ports, this one didn't drop us right into the center of a town or city. There were a few stores there, and I have to admit I was delighted to find so many familiar American goods there. I bought some of my favorite bath soap, for example, and some Chips Ahoy cookies. At St. Barth, I had bought some french-made M&M's, and they tasted a bit odd, like the chocolate you get in Easter bunnies, not like the usual darker M&Ms chocolate, so getting the real deal from the good old US of A was pretty exciting.

About 15 minutes' walk from the harbor, there's a beach and something called the Baths, which sounds pretty interesting (something to do with caves) and I'll be sure to check that out next time we're here, but this day I just wanted some free internet. The internet on the ship's been dodgy, and I'm spending too much on it anyway, so it was nice to get to sit down at the Bath and Turtle bar and restaurant and get free wi-fi for a while. On the way back out to the ship in the tender, we passed the "Yellow Submarine" - a special (yellow) boat with a rows of windows under the waterline for viewing the underwater scenery - I might check that out on another one of our visits as well.

Once back on board, I got ready for my first gig - there was something on my schedule called "Bingo Party", talking place in a very nice space, the Drawing Room, which is the ship's guest library and private party space. I had no idea what it was, but I went up there. While I was there waiting to see what was going to go on, James came by and sat down at the piano. We discussed the fact that today was the 30th anniversary of John Lennon's assassination, and James proceeded to play "Imagine" on the piano, while I sang it. It was our small tribute to John, just for us two, and I got a little choked up. We miss you, John.

Eventually, the guests arrived, and it became clear what was going on. I was a prize! A couple had won a private party as a prize in a bingo game. They could invite another couple, and would be treated to champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries, along with a one-hour private concert from me. They were great people, and we had a lot of fun. And they gave me four of the strawberries!

After that, I played my usual gig in Windows Cafe (starting slightly later than usual) and had a fantastic crowd, including the folks I'd had dinner with last night, and the couple who'd "won me" in the bingo game. They even bought me a drink at the end of the evening (some really good rum on the rocks). I sat and chatted with Jackie the harpist and drank my drink, and then, thoroughly relaxed and very tired, I headed down for bed.

Tomorrow: Sea Day

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