The Soggy Dollar Bar is so named because of all the cruisers who have, at one time or another, leapt from their boats and swum ashore for a drink, producing soggy dollars from soggy pockets. It is also the home of the Painkiller, a smooth and sweet concoction of dark rum, pineapple and orange juices, coconut milk, and Grenadian nutmeg.
We took Boffo in and hauled her up the beach, WW saying that the tide was ebbing (that's going out, for those that don't know).
The Soggy Dollar Bar
We wandered down the beach and into the SDB, where I shopped for and purchased some memorabilia. Then I informed WW we had to have a drink.
Now, both of us were raised with a clear understanding that you don't take alcohol until the sun is past the yardarm. In other words: the midpoint of it's travel across the heavens. In other words: noon. It was 10:30 a.m. WW stared at me. "No," was all he said.
I said, "Well, I'm having one. You can't come to the SDB and not have a drink."
In the end, he ordered a Bloody Mary. They didn't do a Blood Caesar, so I ordered a Painkiller. WW likes things spicy; he puts hotsauce where it was never meant to go. His drink just about had smoke pouring out of his ears. Mine was delicious and very very smooooth. After he'd finished his, he had a few sips of mine...to kill the pain.
WW at the Soggy Dollar Bar bar
WW at the Soggy Dollar Bar bar
We left the bar and went back along the beach. Suddenly WW broke into a sprint. That ebb tide was, in fact, a rising tide. Boffo was off again. She really does like to make her own way about. WW caught her, I told her she was naughty, we hopped aboard and were soon back on Django. With Boffo back on her davits and, thus, unlikely to make another dash for freedom, we dropped our mooring and set off for Road Town, Tortola.
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