The pace is pretty much slow and slower. No one is in a rush to be anywhere or to do anything.
Yesterday we hiked across the Jost Van Dyke Island over to The White Bay which is home to the Soggy Dollar Bar. Patrons at the Soggy Dollar were talking about a Gwyneth Paltrow appearance yesterday but even the news of celebrity sightings is shared with minimal excitement.
Listening to the beach crowd it seems the most enthusiasm comes in comparing notes about the local bars. For example, The Soggy Dollar Bar is renowned for a rum drink called The Painkiller. So, it's not really a scene I can relate to, but it's been interesting to observe.
One lady on the beach had seen us out running earlier and she told me it just depressed her. She'd said she thought of the islands as a vacation where you couldn't really get much exercise, only finding a whole family out running, spoiled that theory for her. Oops, didn't mean to ruin her trip!
It's true that exercise doesn't come easily. First, no one else exerts themselves much. And the islands are mountainous so running and hiking aren't for the faint of heart.
Yesterday we also did some kayaking and then set sail for Marina Cay. The sailing was rough; a pretty treacherous ride. Everyone got a little seasick except our skipper, Terry, and his self appointed first mate, Brent. Webb officially lost his lunch over the side of the boat but he was quite stoic about it, Andie was so nauseous she couldn't move out of her cabin (we're not sure why she stayed there in the first place), and I laid on the floor in the stern of the boat hoping the fresh air would help (it did, but I'm sure I wasn't a pretty sight).
It was a windy night so the boat was pretty bouncy most of the night. With the high winds I'm not sure what ideas Captain Terry has planned for today. But I'm certain the weather shouldn't be a 'problem', since nothing in these parts is a problem!